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I lived in Northern Cali's Sierra Nevada mountains back in the late '70s, down the road from a hippie commune. My pal Don, a down-and-out
Indiana carpenter, lived in an old school bus over there, along with a motley crew of burnouts. There was a sheboon named Lana, who had some
horseshit story about being a native American, that heard about some government cheese giveaway for the indians. She tries to get Don to drive
her over there. He tells her she'll get on line, and they'll go "Indian - cheese. Indian - cheese. Nigger - watermelon". Even the hippies thought that
was funny. We rescued Don from there, gave him a job, and a trailer to live in....
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