Sunday, December 23, 2007

Native Friend

About 10 years ago, I worked for an Indian casino in my hometown. Locked in a tiny room with 20 other people, I counted money that flowed through the casino. I started dating one of my Native American co-workers for a few months. He wasn't receiving any bonus or monthly per capita at the time. He was a poor Indian. We never really made out, and we didn't have sex at all. After a few months we stopped dating and awkwardness in the workplace ensued. When I quit, we lost contact.



Yesterday for the first time in 10 years, I saw him. He picked me up in his new Range Rover and took me to his 4 room track home in my hometown. He moved out of the reservation and has a really nice house overlooking the mountains. He gave me the grand tour of his house which had a plasma tv in every room ranging from 36 inches to 65. He had a pool table, and outdoor barbeque, a small pool and two tiny chihuahuas. I felt like I was on MTV Cribs. He doesn't work anymore, so he spends his days bowling, golfing, getting more tattoos and home improvement projects. While I was there, he smoked me out which was awesome, since I have a new love for pot.



I've always found him to be a pleasant person, and it was nice to know he was still the same. Except now he's rich. I got the sense he was planning on breaking up with his girlfriend of five years soon, and he worried about girls wanting him for his money, which is completely valid. I never got the sense he was hitting on me, which was nice. It felt like I was talking to an old friend and it was real cool.

1 comment:

sf said...

in honor of this post:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=BTc4pLFFH2M

=)