Well my mom doesn’t have cancer, so that’s good.

Monday Yusuf and I went in for our interview with Immigration.

We were a little nervous, but more excited knowing that it was a step closer in having everything set so we can go to Istanbul.

We went in expecting to be approved after a bunch of silly and invasive questions about our personal life.

Apparently the woman wanted more evidence, so she printed out a piece of paper telling us what to bring and gave us an 84 day extension.

All of this build up and waiting and after 4 minutes of her not making eye contact or speaking directly to us, we were dismissed.

It was really insulting and disappointing. We drove out of state, like the least you could do is look at us.
Ughf, frustrating. I did write up an 11 page document though, talking about how Yusuf and I met, and basically saying that the whole business of Immigration enforcement was a waste of time and money and the United States Government should be spending their energy on other things, like not starting a war with Iran.

Maybe that’s why she was so rude initially – oh well. Maybe she’ll re-think her career choice. I highly doubt it though. We should find out if we’re approved next week.

So after that (semi) disappointing news Yusuf wanted to stop at the Casino (since we were nearby) so he and my mom went in for a bit while I took a brief nap in the car.
I woke up to my phone ringing and decided to go in and tell them we should probably head home.
It was my first time in a casino and it was totally awful. I was inside and all I could think was, “if hell does exist, it’s a casino”.

It was totally disgusting. All of these like soulless, hideous tourists with dead eyes plopped down in front of machines that said things like, “Graceful Lotus” with a cartoon of an Indian woman on it. If they weren’t at the machines they were at the blackjack tables, half smiling, hoping to win big.

Maybe I’m a totally uninformed asshole, and all of the money dumped into casinos brings an enormous cash flow into local reservations or something, but I really don’t think so.

All the people of color I saw working there were vaccuuming or taking trash out of the bathrooms.

The whole thing was like, ‘YO I KNOW WE COMMITTED GENOCIDE AND KILLED LIKE TRILLIONS OF YOU GUYS, BUT LIKE, WE’RE JUST GOING TO PUT UP SOME TRADITIONAL LOOKING SHIT EVERYWHERE AND SAY IT’S FOR GOOD SO WE CAN MAKE HEAPS OF CASH, COOL? COOL!”

It was gross. I passed a picture of the woman who’s in charge of Foxwoods or something, and under her picture said “Chief Many Hearts” or some shit but that bitch looked white as hell.

Don’t play games with me. That “.00000000000000002 per-cent natiiiiive” business will not fly.
Anyways. Maybe, again, I’m a total asshole. Maybe the Pequot Reservation is getting a shit-ton of cash flow. If that’s the case, then Good On Yas, Foxwoods!
Somehow, I doubt it.

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2 thoughts on “Well my mom doesn’t have cancer, so that’s good.

    1. 🙂 It is.
      Also, maybe this is just Foxwoods, but the whole set up was designed to keep you going in circles – like you’re going deeper and deeper into hell – I’m almost certain if I kept going someone would have chained me up and cemented me in alive.
      Gross.No more casinos.

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