i see my neighbor Jim
pulling up in his brand new
cherry red
Tesla S.
it's beautiful.
he parks along the curb
away from
a crew of
workers putting a new
addition
onto his house,
and building him a steel clad
fireproof garage
with gun turrets.
hey, i say to him, waving.
what did you do, hit the lottery?
rich uncle die?
love the addition.
and the garage.
he laughs as he gets out of the car.
no, nobody died,
it's just that business has been
great lately
ever since the election.
you know i'm in pharmaceutical
sales, right?
yeah, you told me last year
at the cookout.
well, business is booming
ever since the election.
my wife's business too, she's
a psychiatrist.
she's working sixty hours a week now,
people are lining up out
her door.
that's great, wow, i tell him,
as i stare into his car.
can i touch it?
sure, sure go ahead.
i started setting up a booth
down at all these protests. a little
pharmaceutical kiosk.
maybe you've seen the crowds on tv.
yeah, yeah, a giant cup of crazy.
i have been selling Prozac, Ozempic
and Xanax like hot cakes,
Ambien too,
as well as the generic brands.
i can't keep them in stock.
this may be the most profitable
year ever in my business.
i hope he alters the 22nd amendment
and runs for office again.
wouldn't that be wild?
i might finally be able to afford
that beach house in Dewey.
by the way,
if you're ever in the mood for
a part time job,
let me know, i can use all
the help i can get.
but maybe don't wear your red hat,
okay, or your
Space X hat.