People assume I'm out there having this great life but money doesn't erase the pain. When you're young you barrel through life making choices without thinking of repercussions. A few years down the line you wake up in a certain place and wonder how the hell you got there.
When I was a boy the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?
