you probally think this song is about you. only rich can sing my song.
I have come to the conclusion that I was wrong all along. I used to think Alaska Natives had this entitlement syndrome. they are and always will be 2nd class citizens, below all the immigrants the powers ship in to do jobs below the poverty level, meant for young people, no this job has reinforced my belief of white privilege, and im not white enough, a tad browned I am sam eye am. you can never be perfect or smart enough, they will make quick work of that hehe
or they will bring in the muscle to intimidate, or hide shit, the list as long as the panhandle in Alaska. you think I may not be grateful, but that is not true. I made it regardless of all the attempts, more to come I am sure. put on my think skin of Armour all coating, hmm that was not good, greasy.
grateful to have a few sheckles to lick my wounds and go home. grateful to breath the mountain air, fresh fish. wish I had some dry fish, that is my favorite, my dad would show up with a bag of humpies and I would eat he whole bag. i like smoked, but it rich for me blood. I want to like people, but it will never be. once someone shows thier ugly side, with little hope to change your bound to always remember, forgive, yes for sure. but know that is the nature of thier beast. only by the grace of god can they be saved, sinners not winners. ugly like sunday morning. gots to go put on my stupid face. perhaps the only honest dude was big guy, at least he showed his true colors ugly as that was. have a great day.
Goodbye Sitka live long and prosper
LUKE IM YOUR FATHER
