The police car pulled up in the middle of the evening, as the sun began to set over the perfectly manicured lawns, the small rows of identical houses hidden behind…
Delighted with his opening remarks, Trump continued— until the unthinkable came barreling toward him from the right.
“Excuse me,” Jeff Bezos said, clearing his throat. “Excuse me, Mr. President-Elect, but… your children — should they be in this meeting?”
INT. DREW’S BEDROOM NIGHTDREW and LYLAH have just made love for the second time, still tipsy from the margaritas. Drew has his head buried in Lylah’s chest as she strokes his hair.
LYLAHOk, so here’s a dumb question.
I shuffled into the courtroom, hands and feet shackled. My wrinkled, oversized jumpsuit was not quite the invigorating twist of Orange is the New Black, more the burnt umber Bob Ross frequented in his wretched sunsets.