Sometimes I think I’m going to be the President. It’s outlandish, I know, given that I don’t fit the hi-bred mold of this top official: I not super educated at a super institute, I live in outlier states and I’m raising a family when most presidents to be are grooming themselves to sit in the Oval Office.
Maybe the path to being President will one day be altered by some strange events, and someone like me will become the perfect fit — a self-made regular guy with no real pedigree, but containing a great vision for a great country.
It’s crazy, I know. I’d just rather see my son fill these shoes instead. He’s got a much better chance. (9/2)