When you waddle your worthless behind home this morning (which will be our evening) will it ever occur to you what a waste of a human being you are?
I just thought I'd ask. I sometimes find myself wondering what it might be for a person that is invisible. I mean really, what is it like to know that you are nothing. You're a person that is less than nothing. What could that be like? Is being an Indian fraud like death...after you've been damned by God? Probably. I'll never know. I still have my honor.
Skeff Ett Liv!
Gunnar