The Southern Strategy
I had a little more freedom at the country club in Florida than I did in the White House. I still didn’t get to have access to the computers or phones. Nothing with an internet connection. Which sucked. Sometimes I laid awake at night wondering what level I would be on in Candy Crush or whatever game I used to play. Sometimes I thought about my kids too but they had become more abstract.
Like they weren’t real anymore. It’s kind of fucked up but it’s true. They are like some dream that I was slowly forgetting.
Anyway, the food at the club wasn’t great. It’s like they went to the dollar store to get ingredients and were told to make it look like a hundred dollar dish. It wasn’t good. Luckily, the former President liked McDonald’s as much as me.
I wasn’t getting it as often as he was but he’d pick me up something a couple times a week.
And I do want you to know this also: You know the former President as a guy who will pretty much sell anything to make a quick buck. That worried me from time to time. He knew a lot of old people.
I’d occasionally think he would sell my services for a shit ton of money. But he didn’t. I’m not saying he was good-hearted or anything. I know he was saving me for himself. But it did cross my mind. I’m sure there’s some