Unforgettable thats what you are.

Back in the 1880's there was a Paiute Indian called Wokova. He taught all the Indians that if they danced something called the ghost dance that all the white people would vanish and the buffalo and game would return and be abundant once more. The ghost dance religion was a variation on Christianity but the white officials at the reservation did not understand it as much. The Ghost dance spread like wildfire among the tribes of the west. He brought them hope as at that point they had lost almost everything they had. Their way of life, their land, everything. And as they began dancing the white officials slowly began sounding the alarm and magnifying the situation until what happened was the wounded knee massacre. But it really was a culimination of American Indian policy from the start. Anyhow sometimes I feel that way. Like just checking out of everything. I have an ancestor my Grandfathers's dad who walked out of the New york stock exchange and started a new life on a farm in New Jersey. SOmetimes thats what I feel like doing.

Indians are dancing in the snow and are wild and crazy

Dave awoke slowly as the rays of the early afternoon sun came flooding in slowly. He awoke not because of that but mainly because his body felt it was time to rise. He glanced over at the digital clock on his nightstand 2pm. Dave took this into account. Time seemed to lose all of its significance when one was unemployed. Nowhere to go, no obligations, no money. They had canned him almost three weeks ago but he had been staying afloat alright. Dave had ascertained exactly why they had fired him. It could have been his frequent tardiness, or showing up high, or drunk, or selling drugs out the back, or a combination of all these factors. All they had told him was they felt it was best that he not work for them anymore. Or something to that effect. He had been extremely high when they had told him so most of the words had been something of a blur. Dave arose from his bed and slowly made his way into the living room. It was a small one bedroom that had all the basic needs one could ask for. There were bottles of beer, pizza boxes, chinese food cartons and assorted refuse scattered about the small living room and Dave pondered to himself how he let himself live this way. In some ways it was easy, don't clean just let everything go. But in some ways it was hard because he knew it would make life harder for him in the long run. Dave meandered toward the fridge extracting a can of beer. He pulled the tab and took a drink. He had found out another good way to make money, buying 30 racks of beer and selling them to underage kids at a markup. He had managed to do alright since his termination, getting unemployment and increaseing his weed selling operations. It wasn't alot of money but it was enough to get by, for now. He took another swig of the beer pondering the days operations.

Out of the blue and into the black

1975

'My friends we got some real problems here.' John O'neil said as he took a sip of scotch. 'Someone is fuckin snitching and it ain't on our end.' Pasquale pondered these words as they sat in the backroom of Sal's pizzeria. It was Pasquale, John, and Vito the boss. Pasquale had risen to the rank of underboss by then but it only seemd to bring more problems. 'Major indictment they already arrested a few low level guys from the Cieceros and pretty it'll be alot more.' John had eight brothers and sisters and all of them had entrenched themselves in one positions or another in city politics. One was a detective, the other a district attorney, one was even an aide to the mayor. It was because of this that John had managed to blend so well into the Italian's inner circle. Normally they didn't trust non-Italains that well but John was a big shot with the teamsters and allowed them to profit enormously as well as himself in the process. 'So what do you suggest.' Vito said calmly from the back. Vito didn't speak much but when he did he commanded authority. 'I'd say just do some housekeeping, find out you seems weak and who seems strong. I know they got a few witnesses but they haven't released the names yet.' Vito nodded his ascent slowly. Vito and some of the other bosses had started to doubt John recently mainly because of his boozing. It had always been an issue but recently it had spiriled out of control. Oh well, Pasquale thought, we will see what happens.