Brought to you by the effects of Stockholm Syndrome from holding myself hostage for so many years.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Smile on your brother...
Happy Human Rights Day, Martin Luther King Day, or Monday off. Whatever you prefer there. I'm going with my Uncle Marty. People who really know me will get that reference. Besides, I have diversity in my blood--my brother is a Mexican bandito. I find it odd that I look like I am straight out of Mayberry and he looks like an extra from a Sergio Leone flick. This is what happens when an Indian Chief sells his daughter to an English dude for a bag of gold.
So, I am mostly English blood, then Danish, with a smidgen of "Runs with Deer". My brother gets a cool complexion out of the deal, though. I don't, but at least I never wear cowboy hats and look as though banjos are my life's soundtrack. He really isn't a redneck, but sometimes he just makes bad style choices.
BTW, that Mad Max looking jalopy was Clydebefore I worked my magic on him. I prefer to be talented rather than special.