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An Omaha Indian of the bird clan, raised in various life styles, some good, some not so good, from mormonism to alcoholics, they all contributed to this entity called a man.Educated on the streets and in B.I.A boarding schools. Lived amongst the blacks,Oh! I mean African American! A thousand pardons!- and the small farm towns of the rural north, occasionally lived on the Omaha Indian reservation, dwelled amongst my people. Some good, some not so good.Decided to kill time with three stones-Mine- theirs- and ours. My Indian name given to me is Red Hawk, my twins name is, Grey Eagle, and where eagles fly, nobody knows-except the spiraling down; during the luscious moments of ecstasy!"Live to come and come ;again!