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"
Me
too
.
So
now
I
’
m
living
here
in
the
north
.
Long
way
from
white
man
’
s
diseases
.
White
man
’
s
roads
.
White
man
’
s
road
signs
.
White
man
’
s
yellow
Miatas
.
White
man
’
s
caramel
popcorn
.
"
"
White
man
’
s
beer
?
"
Whiskey
Jack
looked
at
the
can
.
"
When
you
people
finally
give
up
and
go
home
,
you
can
leave
us
the
Budweiser
breweries
,
"
he
said
.
"
Where
are
we
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
Am
I
on
the
tree
?
Am
I
dead
?
Am
I
here
?
I
thought
everything
was
finished
.
What
’
s
real
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Whiskey
Jack
.
"
Yes
?
What
kind
of
an
answer
is
Yes
?
"
"
It
’
s
a
good
answer
.
True
answer
,
too
.
"
Shadow
said
,
"
Are
you
a
god
as
well
?
"
Whiskey
Jack
shook
his
head
.
"
I
’
m
a
culture
hero
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
do
the
same
shit
gods
do
,
we
just
screw
up
more
and
nobody
worships
us
.
They
tell
stories
about
us
,
but
they
tell
the
ones
which
make
us
look
bad
along
with
the
ones
where
we
came
out
fairly
okay
.
"
"
I
see
,
"
said
Shadow
.
And
he
did
see
,
more
or
less
.
