going to siphon gas from a car in to another tank. I don’t know why he was doing it, but he siphoned it by mouth. After a while he swallowed some gas or was asphyxiated by the fumes. He passed out and who ever he was with called the ambulance. It was a thirty-minute drive to his house, since he lived on the reservation but by the time that the ambulance arrived, he was already dead. Last year a couple of kids were speeding there way out home on Highway 89. Most of you may know that this particular highway is a several year winner of the deadliest highway in the US. The four came to a turn. At over a hundred miles an hour they couldn’t make it. The car flipped and twisted and shattered until you couldn’t even realize that it was a car any more. As for my friends inside, well as you can imagine, what was left was strewn over a couple hundred feet of highway. David 4They had just gotten out of school and had managed to beat a school bus full of elementary school children back to the rez. The driver had all of the children duck down so they couldn’t see what had happened. It’s sad to think that some of the kid’s brothers were in that car. It’s sad to think that some of those kids looked up to them. Saw them as people that they wanted to be like. Someone they loved. People who were now no more than an assortment of body parts and greasy spots on a lonely stretch of highway. I guess that after a while I got tired of the funerals. I got tired of the gossip that went around. “Did you hear what happened?” I had gotten to hate those words. I got tired of my friends disappearing one by one. Victor Hugo talked about in Les Miserables “Empty chairs at empty tables” By the time we graduated 6 people were not there to pick up their diplomas. It may not seem like a lot, but to a graduating class of under a hundred students, it’s devastating. I am not really sure how I fee...
