How strange are people? Today in my Montana Writers class, I looked around and realized how completely strange people really are. First through the door walks a guy about 5'11, 175lbs and of Native American ethnicity...normal enough right? Oh no, he is dressed in maroon velvet higwater pants, a shiny blue nike exercise tanktop jersey, a ragin' Tat on each arm, and to top the whole ensemble off...Wooden Clogs straight out of Holland. He sits in the corner and says things like "cultural paradigm," "ethnic impossibility," and quotes Bram's Stroker's "Dracula." Taken together, that is one powerful index of incompatibility all wrapped up into one man.
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