It's an issue.....

I really love being around my Cancer guy( yes, that's my crush).

This past visit wasn't a let down either, it never is.

Like we always do we end up talking about issues and such. This time it concerned his fellow co-workers and their habits. And it was a statement that for once I couldn't explain to him.

"Can you explain to me what the connection is with alcohol and your people? Why they feel the need to drink as much as possible?"

Now he didn't mean it to be racial or anything, he was genuinely concerned about his coworkers drinking habits and wanted to know how can he help them, by trying to understand the cause of it.

I knew that by looking into his eyes, because before he said that, his sky blue eyes sparkled with laughter that he shared with them, and now they looked like ice melting in the spring, but no tears spilled.

That's a side of him that his workers don't see.

He waited. For once I didn't know how to explain this cursed connection between alcohol and my tribe.

He looked at me.

All I could think of was that the substance is prohibited on the Navajo Reservation. And for them to have it in city limits, they feel they need to have as much as they can.

He took in every word and said,"Wasn't it always prohibited?" I shook my head not always. He nodded his head as he digested my words.

Now, I know I could've gone the blame route, and say it was all the white mans fault introducing this substance to us and it became more available than clean water, so we grew dependent on it.

But he looked at me with the need to understand his workers, who he respects. I didn't want to lay that on him.

As I continue to brood on this topic. It came to me. That this connection between the poisonous liquid and my tribe is a disease that one has roots deeper than one can understand. To truly understand you have to be able to understand the nearly 3rd world living like situations that we are in.

It makes me sad to write this topic, but it's a occurrence that one turns a blind eye to. The reservations live in a different time line, as we try to catch up with the current craze. Again, can you open your mind to what is going on? How it came to be.

There's so much more going on, and that's it's sad that's how the world sees us, a comedic drunk in western movies, like how the orientals were seen as a comedic relief.

A disease, an illness, a planted virus. What ever it is, this deadly connection is a bond that is hard to break. That my friends, is hard to swallow and hard to explain.