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Donald Trump woke up. It was all too much. He forgot that his phone had run out of battery last night and he had fallen asleep

He had forgotten to plug it in, it still didn’t work, there would be hundreds of notifications, probably almost 1000.

He didn’t know what time it was. He had a great watch, the best, but to be honest, he couldn’t even read it.

Donald Trump is severely dyslexic. That is why he is such a good rapper.

He dragged his fat arse over to the floor, put his feet down, just like everyone else does. Stood up and went to the toilet hoping to pee.

He already knew he wasn’t going to be able to pee. but a man needs rituals and beliefs. He Stood there. Tired as shit. His mind still racing from all of the stuff that was happening.

Dementia was creeping in, he knew what it was, he had seen plenty of that, plenty of that. More than most. the most in history probably.

Having failed to pee, he walked over to the mirror. He knew what he was, Donald Trump is no fool, he looked terrible. He wasn’t just fat, he’d always been fat, there were red marks all over his chest, like his father, full of cancer. His skin was all different colours all over, unbelievable, nothing like it.

His dad had been a horrible guy, never once did he say he loved him. He just called him stupid. He couldn’t read, he couldn’t play with other kids, he didn’t understand food.

And his dad ended up like him. Old and bitter.

He had tried to be nice to his kids. He never understood them, he found them boring to be honest. But he tried. He gave them everything.

Donald Trump is not a psycopath, he is deeply hurt by the world, he was just never given a normal life where this can be deal with,

He stopped that thought. Ok, plug your phone in, take your medicine, you can go back to the real world in 5 minutes.

He went to his medicine bottle and there were only 3 left. He was going to give them fucking hell once this was over.

He gulped down the 3 and drank some water. A brief feeling of calm washed over him and his mind came back together.

He waddled back out of the bathroom to find his phone and his charger, as he did so the drugs started to kick in and he got the initial high, things seemed fine and he just had to get his phone which was on the bed and plug it intothe charger;

He started to ache.

Mom’s spaghetti.

He realised that his heart was in pain, he had to do this fast or he would not.

With an almighty effort he did. He plugged the iPhone into the charger. What a fucking hero.

The light came on and the ring started going around, now he just had to sit for a few more minutes and he could see the internet. He wanted a soda, but he didn’t want to move.

He had another intrusive thought about his kids. He had really been a shit to Eric, it wasn’t his fault, he was getting divorced, he was losing his properties, he was in the news as this criminal, they were criminals, they shook him down, it was an agreement. To be honest he was a criminal like them, but they humiliated him, when he was going through all of this. And poor Eric, he was like the most beautiful boy, such a beautiful boy. He had seen some bullshit on television about playing baseball like they were workers and had said ‘dad, can you come play baseball?’

and he had all of this real important person stuff. he chewed eric out and told him to fuck off and called him an idiot. and poor kid, that was worse than anything his dad did to him. his dad was just a mean old german bastard, he had lied to eric and wanted him to be …

he didn’t know what he wanted him to be, but then that kid after that. even when he saw him today, Eric probably didn’t know, but for him he saw it, he never asked for anything ever after that, he just took it….he’d spent a lot of money getting that kid out of taking things.

he looked at his phone, two minutes left. two minutes. then some medicine and i can sleep. he wanted a soda, but the fridge was over there. his body was too hot.

he started to think about Barron. He never even saw Barron, he wanted to but the truth was he was scared of him. Barron would never know, he even pretended to be working, talking to an empty phone while he was playing on twitter of 2048 on his phone. just a big scary chair.

He thought Barron would think that he was this great guy, but really he knew he didn’t, he was so old and tired.

Only one minutes.

Should he count the seconds? he hadn’t even done anything like that, he didn’t even know ifhe could. His body felt so hot.

The phone pinged to say it was on and all of the noises started with all of these people he hated sending him pings and dings and bells and sounds and Donald Trump did something that he had not done for more than 70 years. He cried and cried and cried