‘They met in a diner in Ft. Lauderdale, a greasy spoon that Trump knew well. He would often send a flunky there for chili fries ‘best ones south of Palm Beach’ he liked to say. He was a connoisseur of salt & fat. His two fav food groups. For someone who sculpted his…
Identity around wealth he never had a taste for finer things. Art bored him, and fancy food had all the appeal of reading Chaucer by candlelight or sleeping with a woman his own age. It was beyond his evolutionary stage. He craved the trashier things and celebrated them..
He ordered a hamburger, well done, diet coke & extra fries with a NEW bottle of ketchup. ‘If you send me a bottle that has been opened I will burn this f’n place down in the middle of the night’ he barked to the waitress who smelled like off-brand smokes and had a fearful look…
He was much more off putting in person, hard to look at him really. His dark eyes narrowed as he focused on the two young men before him. He knew one from ‘Apprentice’ days & the other was his partner. They pitched him on setting up Truth Social when he got kicked off of twitter
Now that he finally had some Russian cash behind it it was time to kick these heels to the curb. ‘I need you to hand over some more shares & give ‘em to Melania’ incredulous but playing it cool the reply came ‘Sir, I couldn’t afford the tax penalty if I did that now..’ he wasn’t
deterred, taking a bite of his burger that had the pallor of a hockey puck, bits of wet burnt beef spewed from his lips as he responded ‘I don’t care, make it happen’ the men could not tell if it was an order or a threat as it sounded like both & in that moment they realized…