We're All Travelling Heavy With

Nostalgia Is Always Doomed And Dooming.

We're All Travelling Heavy With Illusions.

What Kind Of Life Can You Have In A House Without Books?

My Father Is An Amazing Man.

Reardan Is The Rich White Farm Town That Sits In The Wheat Fields Exactly 22 Miles Away From The Rez. And It's A Hick Town I Suppose Filled With Farmers And Rednecks And Racists Cops Who Stop Every Indian That Drives Through. During One Week When I Was Little Dad Got Stopped Three Times For Dwi- Driving While Indian.