So, this is my first blog ever! This blog is in response to the reading "The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven." This guy lived on a reservation. He is an Indian and used to live on the Spokane reservation. He is trying to find his place in this world.. I feel like he drank his sorrows away from failed chances and his relationship fell to pieces because he was depressed. He is way more independent than he knows. But, he also has a dependency on others to always be there for him. His family knows him better than he thinks and his girlfriend is just one of those frustrated girls. While Mr. Indian was at 7-11 he tried to relate himself to the cashier in a way... Mr. Indian is an overthinker... Overthinking lead him to zero progress. He thought he was the best at basketball. All the others thought he was, so he took it in as one of his good qualities.
You know that saying... "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me"? Almost everyone knows that saying. This saying is not true :) Mr. Indian knew that words HIT you where it hurts the most. They hit you like Muhammed Ali's fist. He says geniuses know exactly what to say to hit you like a fist.. and his girlfriend did just that. This guy "Mr. Indian" is moving along. That's all that he can do. It seems as if he doesnt even want to try at all, but that he just feels the need to keep moving. At times, enjoying life and other times feeling miserable. But, he keeps moving and thats how he gets by... getting that Creamsicle in the middle of the night. Whatever helps, HELPS. He wants life to just flow for him. So he rides his float down the Wavy River and when he hits a bump that stops the flow.. he just gets that " Creamsicle ", picks up his float, and gets back on the river.
THE END!
