While I was in L.A., Karen invited over some friends and we drank Corona Light and chatted. They were particularly interested about how much I knew about their Presidential race and what we thought about it in England. I spent most of the time arguing with a young Republican. He was quite charismatic and I enjoyed our drunken debate, but after a while I needed another Corona so I stood up and made my excuses. Before I entered the house again, I turned and raised the empty bottle.
“Well, one thing is for certain,” I said, trying not to slur, “and it’s this. America deserves the President it’s about to elect.”
It was the first thing I remembered when I woke the next day, and, strangely enough, when I woke this morning too.