Mar
29th
Sun
29th
I was upside down and right side up, all at the same time, down the rabbit hole on the bus being driven by Hunter S. Thompson and every last one of the Founding Fathers. I felt dizzy, yet more solid than I had in years. I wondered why I wasn’t crying; I’ll cry for a good shoe sale, but not now. There was no reason to cry; I’d had a “moment” with my President, and not just a moment, a FREAKIN’ EXCELLENT MOMENT!


