Sometimes I like to remember all the cool things we did when we were kids.

Then I really start to analyse it and break things down. Piece by piece. WOAH! School was messed up man.

I mean I can look back and see how messed up it was. Because now we can address the issues. Back then we’d get whipped with things by our teachers and parents. ahhh… good times.

Anyway. There was this game called Cowboys and Indians. I probably don’t have to explain the game to you but I’m gonna do it anyway because it’s fucking stupid.

Two teams. Right. The Cowboys had to catch the Indians and put them in a jail which was just the end corner of the grounds. That’s it. When all the Indians were caught. The game was over. The Indians had no way of winning. Only the Cowboys could win.

So naturally nobody wanted to be the Indians. not even the Indians wanted to be the Indians. It was very confusing, but nobody asked any questions. Even I didn’t want to be an Indian. I’m bloody half Indian.

But the conditioning. Not just us. Generations before. Thousands of years of conditioning. The tricky part is recognising it now.

Jesus Krishna Mother of Horus. I need a Panadol. But apparently I have to take it with water.

FUN FACT:
Water also cures headaches and stuff, and you don’t have to take it with anything.