From a facebook post four years ago today:
Last night I dreamt that I was with Donald Trump. Hair intact, he was throwing people he didn’t like out of a small plane as it flew over suburbia.
Today I stopped by the pharmacy to stock up on Gravol. I do this fairly regularly and each time, they open a new file under my name and do a background check. I tell them it’s for motion sickness and promise not to drive when I take it.
I wonder what they’d write in my file if I told them the truth. That I take it so that I can have a better night’s sleep. So that I can dream without the shadow of stupid Donald’s cartoon hair waking me up every hour on the hour like an exclamation mark.
And presently he is throwing bombs out of that plane, onto the people he doesn’t like.
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