Nearly five years ago, in the summer of 2004, newly Californian and washed up on the banks of my brother's apartment, I was reading an autobiography. And then, I turned on the television one night for the Democratic National Convention and clinched the deal in my soul...
THIS GUY JUST HAS TO BE PRESIDENT.
Thank you, God, for the parking space. That's for Peggy. My man is in office.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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