It's one of the saddest things in the world hearing about the "noble indian" when you're younger and imagining their reservations as being rich in spirit and heritage, vast swathes of turquiose-beaded teepees harmoniously nestled in the bossom of nature, at one with it even - "Hey I want to visit the indian reservation someday!" you say to yourself.
You then later realize you've actually passed it most of your early childhood, that rundown trailer park covered in heroin needles and piss stench matresses where your uncle buys illegal fireworks? That's the reservation. You were projecting how whites and asian/orientals like to live in the places important to their cultural heritage.
Dances with Wolves? More like "Dances on Meth".
It's one of the saddest things in the world hearing about the "noble indian" when you're younger and imagining their reservations as being rich in spirit and heritage, vast swathes of turquiose-beaded teepees harmoniously nestled in the bossom of nature, at one with it even - "Hey I want to visit the indian reservation someday!" you say to yourself.
You then later realize you've actually passed it most of your early childhood, that rundown trailer park covered in heroin needles and piss stench matresses where your uncle buys illegal fireworks? That's the reservation. You were projecting how whites and asians like to live in the places important to their cultural heritage.
Dances with Wolves? More like "Dances on Meth".
It's one of the saddest things in the world hearing about the "noble indian" when you're younger and imagining their reservations as being rich in spirit and heritage, vast swathes of turquiose-beaded teepees harmoniously nestled in the bossom of nature, at one with it even - "Hey I want to visit the indian reservation someday!" you say to yourself.
You then later realize you've actually passed it most of your early childhood, that rundown trailer park covered in heroin needles and piss stench matresses where your uncle buys illegal fireworks? That's the reservation. You were projecting how whites and asians like to live in the places important to their heritage.
Dances with Wolves? More like "Dances on Meth".
It's one of the saddest things in the world hearing about the "noble indian" when you're younger and imagining their reservations as being rich in spirit and heritage, vast swathes of turquiose-beaded teepees harmoniously nestled in the bossom of nature, at one with it even - "Hey I want to visit the indian reservation someday!" you say to yourself.
You then realize you've actually passed it most of your early childhood, that rundown trailer park covered in heroin needles and piss stench matresses where your uncle buys illegal fireworks? That's the reservation. You were projecting how whites and asians like to live in the places important to their heritage.
Dances with Wolves? More like "Dances on Meth".
It's one of the saddest things in the world hearing about the "noble indian" when you're younger and imagining their reservations as being rich in spirit and heritage, vast swathes of turquiose-beaded teepees harmoniously nestled in the bossom of nature, at one with it even - "Hey I want to visit the indian reservation someday!" you say to yourself.
Then you realize you've actually passed it most of your early childhood, that rundown trailer park covered in heroin needles and piss stench matresses where your uncle buys illegal fireworks? That's the reservation. You were projecting how whites and asians like to live in the places important to their heritage.
Dances with Wolves? More like "Dances on Meth".
It's one of the saddest things in the world hearing about the "noble indian" when you're younger and imagining their reservations as being rich in spirit and heritage, vast swathes of turquiose-beaded teepees harmoniously nestled in the bossom of nature, at one with it even - "Hey I want to visit the indian reservation someday!"
Then you realize you've actually passed it most of your early childhood, that rundown trailer park covered in heroin needles and piss stench matresses where your uncle buys illegal fireworks? That's the reservation. You were projecting how whites and asians like to live in the places important to their heritage.
Dances with Wolves? More like "Dances on Meth".
It's one of the saddest things in the world hearing about the "noble indian" when you're younger and imagining their reservations as being rich in spirit and heritage, vast swathes of turquiose-beaded teepees harmoniously nestled in the bossom of nature, at one with it even -
Then you realize you've actually passed it most of your early childhood, that rundown trailer park covered in heroin needles and piss stench matresses where your uncle buys illegal fireworks? That's the reservation. You were projecting how whites and asians like to live in the places important to their heritage.
Dances with Wolves? More like "Dances on Meth".
It's one of the saddest things in the world hearing about the "noble indian" when you're younger and imagining their reservations as being rich in spirit and heritage, vast swathes of turquiose-beaded teepees harmoniously nestled in the bossom of nature, at one with it even -
Then you realize you've actually passed it most of your early childhood, that rundown trailer park covered in heroin needles and piss stench matresses where your uncle buys illegal fireworks? That's the reservation. You were projecting how whites like to live in the important places of their heritage.
Dances with Wolves? More like "Dances on Meth".
It's one of the saddest things in the world hearing about the "noble indian" when you're younger and imagining their reservations as being rich in spirit and heritage, vast swathes of turquiose-beaded teepees harmoniously nestled in the bossom of nature, at one with it even -
Then you realize you've actually passed it most of your early childhood, that rundown trailer park covered in heroin needles and piss stench matresses where your uncle buys illegal fireworks? That's the reservation. You were projecting how whites like to live in the impirtant places of their heritage.
Dances with Wolves? More like "Dances on Meth".
It's one of the saddest things in the world hearing about the "noble indian" when you're younger and imagining their reservations as being rich in spirit and heritage, vast swathes of turquiose-beaded teepees harmoniously nestled in the bossom of nature, at one with it even -
Then you realize you've actually passed it most of your early childhood, that rundown trailer park covered in heroin needles and piss stench matresses where your uncle buys illegal fireworks? That's the reservation.
Dances with Wolves? More like "Dances on Meth".
It's one of the saddest things in the world hearing about the "noble indian" when you're younger and imagining their reservations as being rich in spirit and heritage, vast swathes of turquiose-beaded teepees harmoniously nestled in the bossom of nature, at one with it even -
Then you realize you've actually passed it most of your early childhood - that rundown trailer park covered in heroin needles and piss stench matresses where your uncle buys illegal fireworks? That's the reservation.
Dances with Wolves? More like "Dances on Meth".
It's one of the saddest things in the world hearing about the noble indian when you're younger and imagining their reservations as being rich in spirit and heritage, vast swathes of turquiose-beaded teepees harmoniously nestled in the bossom of nature, at one with it even -
Then you realize you've actually passed it most of your early childhood - that rundown trailer park covered in heroin needles and piss stench matresses where your uncle buys illegal fireworks? That's the reservation.
Dances with Wolves? More like "Dances on Meth".