which was nice because that meant I had a little more freedom.
And I’ve forgotten about Shawn. He was the person assigned to guard me. He was really nice. He wasn’t rough like the Secret Service guys. And I’m not talking about what you’re thinking about. We didn’t have sessions. Only the former president got those.
So, Shawn was pretty cool. He was at the club pretty much twenty-four hours a day. Pretty sure living there was part of his pay package or he was a captive like me.
But Shawn was allowed to leave. And when the former president was gone, Shawn would hook me up with take-out. And not just McDonald’s. He would rotate which places he would pick up food from. And I know you guys probably think that I’m some big McDonald’s lover but I’m not. I’d rather have pizza. But when in Rome…
Even though Shawn was more friendly, he never did anything like let me use a device for internet access. It wouldn’t have done any good anyway. I’d forgotten my Facebook password years ago. I don’t know any phone numbers so that was out too.
Plus by this point, that was my old life. Everyone had probably moved on. They probably thought I left town or got murdered and my body is at the bottom of a lake.
They’ll be so surprised if they ever see me again. I wonder if they ever reported me missing. It would be cool if I ended up on Unsolved Mysteries. That would be a trip. I wonder if they still make that show.
The point being, he was gone a lot. The former president. He had an election to win. I hoped that he didn’t win. Nothing to do with politics