Somewhere, in an alternate dimension maybe, there’s a suburban man who strived to reach the top; a man who wanted to be president of the Neighborhood Association in his gated community and lord his position over all who think he was too inept to win a fixed election. And that man rose to that height.
That man is Donald Trump, and this is his sitcom.
Coming soon from the creators of Freedom Lane: The Trumps
Making sitcoms great again.
And no… It’s not fake news.
Check out my prompt response to KJ Marshall in this week’s episode of Prompt as Hell.
Sometimes it feels like there’s little left, motivation being outweighed by the necessity to stay in one place and let yourself become numb to the sensations that have crippled so many before you. Tears that should be thick and heavy are just a light drizzle in the fog. That which you live for feels diminished in the sea of black water.
You run, but the bottoms of your shoes are bald, and the sand flies behind you as you struggle to cover ground. The destination is just ahead, but it’s so far away when forward momentum doesn’t come as easy as it once did. You reach out your hand as if it’ll close the distance, but you realize you look silly, grasping at nothing but the empty air in front of you.
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It’s new release Tuesday, and I’m celebrating the release of my eleventh self-published work Ant-Head: A Love Story!