Written on 25 January 2019
“I'm thinking of running for president.” Vic admitted to Kaya, as they drank margaritas over lunch.
“Sounds good. What's your platform?” She slurred, reaching over to clumsily stroke his ruddy face.
“Schools.” He said, taking a bite of an onion ring. ”That and war, I guess.” he finished, shrugging.
“Well, you've got my vote.” Kaya said, lightly slapping his face and reaching for an onion ring of her own.