War Dances

``I wanted to call my father and tell him that a white man thought my brain was beautiful. But I couldn't tell him anything. He was dead. I told my wife and sons that I was okay. I told my mother and siblings. I told my friends. But none of them laughed as hard about my beautiful brain as I knew my father would have, the drunk bastard. I would always feel closest to the the man who had disappointed me the most.``
Sherman Alexie