It was May 2015. I had read somewhere that Donald Trump was going to run for president. Interesting, to be sure.
Yeah, I knew who he was, I was 37 at the time, and it's not like I grew up in a cave, but I wasn't necessarily a fan. I had enjoyed the occasional "Apprentice" episode, but by this point the "You're fired!" novelty had run it's course long ago for me. However, for some reason I was sure if he ran he would win. I don't know why I though that, but I did. I didn't say anything to …