As a young reporter, I spent my years working in The Big Apple for big newspapers. Admittedly, back in those days, I thought I was going to right all the worngs of the world by using my mighty pen. Well, that didn’t work out. After wriitng a powerful and damning expose on a very dirty and very powerful real estate tycoon, I found myself steeped in one controversy after another until, finally, I had lost my job, my house, my wife and even my car. Luckily, or not so luckily, I ended up writing for an on-line journal in Tampa, Florida. That’s where my arch-nemesis, Donald J. Trump surfaced. We engaged in a war of words. I have to admit he won. In fact, he almost drove out f my mind at one point, leaving having visions of Jesus, Satan and a lot of other Biblical big names. That’s why I ran away to Mexico — because he had won, and because, quite, frankly, I had to admit that I had come to love something about Donald Trump, a fact about myself I will despise forever. Anyway, enjoy the book. It’s not all serious; some of it is quite funny, and, if you’re ever in Mexico and you hear the locals speaking of the Big Kat, the white guy from The North, look me up. The first tequila is on me.
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