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Monday, December 7, 2020
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I rode my bike to to the S____'s. They'd moved since the last time I'd seen them, and were living in a big bungalow-style home on a corner lot with a big tree in the front yard.
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
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Monday, November 9, 2020
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I was back in the house where I grew up, in the middle of the night.
Wednesday, October 7, 2020
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How I was invited to dinner and a sleepover at one of the Trump estates is a mystery.
But there I was, greeting them at the front door of a '70s-era split-level, decorated in blue and green and gold filigree, badly in need of an update and some TLC.
It would just be Donald and Melania and me that night. Ivanka and Jared couldn't join us. Donald, Jr. and Kimberly Guilfoyle were busy with work of their own. As were Eric and Lara. Barron was in his room.
That modest split-level turned out to be a deception. It actually stood guard in front of a surprisingly large estate, with a number of cabins tucked into thick woods, connected by a winding path.
The accommodations were fine. Far from luxurious (the decor here smacked of the eighties' worst) but comfortable enough for one night. I did notice that the Trumps had used all available storage for their own purposes. The bedroom closet was crammed with Donald's and the kids' old winter coats and vests; their cast-off shirts and sweaters filled the chest of drawers nearby. Naturally, they were only the best brands.
It occurred to me that if I found something I liked and it fit, I could take it with no one being the wiser.
A knock at the door interrupted me. It was Donald, stopping by to ask if everything was okay. Without being asked, he came right in and sat down, and I sat across from him. This was the first time I'd actually seen him up close. I couldn't help but notice a line around his face, one that might have indicated the presence of a mask, and behind that a thick clear fluid, like some kind of adhesive, quickly and sloppily applied.
I told Donald Trump everything was fine and that I looked forward to dinner with him and Melania. I complimented him on the estate, its size and style. I had the distinct impression he somehow knew I was not a Trump supporter and did not wish him well.
He started talking, about what I can't even remember. Because his mouth was leaking more of that clear liquid. It was spilling out, dropping of it hanging from strings and ropes of the stuff, pooling on the table in front of him. If he noticed, he didn't give any indication.
That's when I knew I wouldn't be staying the night, or for dinner, or any longer at all. I grabbed my phone, excused myself, and left the cabin.
The cell phone reception was terrible. Sometimes I could get a bar, sometimes not.
And somehow I had to get out of there without anyone noticing.
Thursday, September 17, 2020
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Thursday, May 7, 2020
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Or rather, I could breathe, but it wasn't doing me any good. The air had grown too thin, my lungs too small.
I gulped at the air, like a thirsty man eager to drink, and still couldn't catch my breath.
Is this what drowning is like? That moment when you finally give up the struggle and take in that first defeated inhalation of water?
Calm down, I thought. Slow and steady, I told myself. Maybe, if you can just stop thinking about it, the feeling will pass. It has to.
I woke, gasping as though I had surfaced from the bottom of deep, dark lake.
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
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Tuesday, March 3, 2020
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My acting career was finally taking off. I'd landed an important supporting role on a TV series. Everything was changing.
I was meeting the rest of the cast and crew, in an office filled with neon lights and oversized video screens. Afterward, one of my co-stars took me aside and whispered some upsetting news.
"If you don't lose weight and get in shape quick, they'll write you off the show," he said.
Later that night, still unhappy about what I'd been told, I found myself at a Hollywood party. A large gold tray appeared, carrying bottles of pills. The guests passed it around, laying down twenties and hundreds in order to take whatever they pleased. This must be how they do it, I thought to myself.
I needed some advice. I went to M_____ and G_____'s house. It was different than the house they have now. Older, and more full of stuff. J_____, their daughter was there. She was several years older than she is now, and didn't seem very interested in seeing me any more.
Everything was changing. Everything had changed. Everything but me, it seemed.