That Indian I Hate Arrived Today

A hot, yellow day of aberrant humidity. A day of sweat and fatigued fans. A day of yellow grass and green dreams. That Indian I hate arrived today. That just barely scraping by Indian. That hock shop hopping Indian. That Indian who decides it's high time to fall off the wagon. That Indian with unpaid bills swarming like killer bees inside his frantic, long-haired head. Yeah, it's that Indian who can't even pay for the electricity that powers this ancient Apple computer. He's just standing there. I sure wish he'd go away and let me contemplate this true lack of power. God damnit, now he's eating my last can of soup!