MetadataThe most powerful man -2-
So the leader of the free world drove his Cherokee jeep onto route 95. Away from the bright D.C. city lights, into the safe darkness of the night. He remembered this route from last months fundraising trip to the Richmond area.
God knows the leader of the free world hated it, them dumb pocketmoney-raising trips. Same scenario everywhere they go. Wave at the crowd. Shake hands with local nobodies. Pretend you’re listening to their kiss-ass bullshit. Then open the fancy -microscopic food- dinner with recycled patriotic speech. Sit out crappy entertainment. Wait until some local hero finally hands over a lousy $10.000 cheque. Then run like hell to get out of freaktown!
to be continued...
