It was like yesterday. I remember his big, important meeting with Johnny Electric.
“God, you really have a face for radio.” Johnny put on a black porky hat.
“Thanks.” Ottis thought about it for a second and immediately became self-conscious of his raggedy appearance. “Yeah, I guess I’m good. What do you really think of my impersonations of Mario Juan Valez? I did pretty good, don’t you think?” His voice sounded anxious.
“Good, but here’s the thing. We have a network. And we require more from you, my good brother. Our radio stations capture the spirit of this native land. I want you to do more shows, be everybody’s favourite native, but keep it clean. We need more. Some of that business shit is alright, but we need better. You could be the next Indigenous sensation. Let’s make Indians great again. Ottis, bro, have you ever heard of Edward Snowden?”
It all started with a dream….