Rigged System
What was a homeless guy doing in Donald’s dressing room? Actually it was a suite, including a wet bar and jacuzzi: A place of comfort, off-stage.
“How the hell did you get past Security!” demanded the Donald.
“No one stopped me,” replied the homeless guy.
Donald’s face turned red as a beet. “Someone’s going to pay for this,” he muttered. Spittle appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“Who the hell are you, and what do you want?”







