Red Indian? Bah. I am olive skinned.

Red Indian or Redskin aint to bad. I can deal with those just fine. Ignore the words and go about my business.

As a kid though, I got teased a lot... And was called a "Prairie N****r" almost on a daily basis. I can't deal with that. Somebody gonna have a real bad day they say that to my face now. I once stuffed somebody into a mailbox for saying that. You know those big blue mail boxes out on the street corners? I made somebody fit. You could see his scrawny little legs sticking up out the top.

I assure you... I am a very friendly cheerful person... I am one of the nicest people you ever will meet, I promise. Nothing remotely scary about me. I can't help I had a terrible name and turned out short to boot growing up. It was almost as bad as being named "Sue" having the name that I do. I am a victim of circumstance I tell you. I am not a violent person, I always try to avoid a fight. Most of the time. When I can. So long as somebody is not just begging for it.

As a kid, I was the bully that beat up other bullies. Bullies can't steal somebody's lunch money when they have broken pinkies. And bullies can't scare people when somebody holds them down and writes funny things on their faces with a permanant marker or shaves off their eyebrows.

When I was younger I was known simply as "The Ogre."