My Dad was Scotch and my Mom was Native American. I'm part Mohawk. After a good fight they used to make this noxious black tea out of any poisonous plants they knew about, then they'd drink it and compete for distance while projectile vomiting. It sounds like something out of Ozzy Osbourne's younger years. Anyway, crap like that combined with their apparent love of beating the hell out of everyone combined with their occasional tendency to eat whoever lost the fight could all have something to do with why they're practically extinct.
Nobody likes people like that, no matter how much fun they are at parties.
I only mention the fact because it's a small detail that can reveal a lot about me with a little deduction. Because I like to. The only other person I know who can stomach the stuff is my nephew, and I think he's just too young to know any better. That, or he's cursed to grow up to be just like me. He can already kick my ass at Tetris, which is something of a feat considering that most of his peers are still having trouble speaking and going to the bathroom outside of their pants.