If I had a choice, I’d be back home with my kids. Or maybe on a beach somewhere.
Anyway, I watched. Half expecting him to thank me by name. But that’s not the way he does anything.
Instead, he did a little dance.
If you pay attention to his hands during the dance, you will know that he is clearly referencing me.
But after the election, like I said, attitudes change. There was a lot of blame going around. I assumed that he had one since he kept saying he did but that didn’t end up being the case. Apparently, there were some court cases that said otherwise or something about him not having proof.
He didn’t seem to want to give up power.
But that’s all above my pay grade. I’m just the guy getting hand jobs in exchange for double cheeseburgers and access to Turner Classic Movies.
Eventually, the conversation turned to what should be done to me.
I suggested they let me go home. My kids were probably adults by that point. Or at least that’s how long it felt.
I had hoped to return, maybe some great Homeric return home or something like that. But he didn’t want to give me up.
I will say this. Neither of us liked the hand jobs. I didn’t like getting them and I am hoping that he didn’t like giving them. That his glee during the sessions was just for show or something like that.
But it seems, my journey home was going to be delayed until I was no longer useful.
There was a problem though. The press.