Don’t Cut Your Hair!

Funny thing is I know that for a fact just like horses we also retain our power with our hair. That is probably why there are so many tribes and even other races that believe in cutting their hair once someone has passed. I know Navajos aren’t really the ones that cut their hair very much, but I am getting nagged by my mom telling me “don’t cut your hair again!” And all I can think is, well that will happen as long as I don’t get so depressed or try to unalive myself. So, right now my hair is longer than last year at this time that I was getting ready to go and pick up my brother from Douglas, Arizona. Of course his backstabbing, greedy self is what made me go through the worse depression I could have gone through.

It sucks because I had gotten very close with my brother in the past couple years. His mom, my aunt wanted to see if I could write him and I did and that is where our brother-sister affection was, we created a bond. The first time that he got out last year in April and I picked him up at Florence, he was healthy looking, very open hearted and loving the attention that his sister was giving him, not to mention the fact that I brought him home and I also made him his first steak when he got out and he really enjoyed the time that we had set aside to be with him. This last time in November of last year, he looked like he was on Coke or Meth and then he was running around with a chick that was just trouble. Overall I was just introduced into not trusting anyone again, so just another fucked up moment to share! I have no idea if there are people out there reading this, but if I can make a difference than I know I did what I want to make people aware of!