I know a man who lives in a rough, 1987 Chevy S-10 truck a few miles from me. He has untrimmed beard and hasn’t changed clothes since last summer. There are more beer cans in the back of his truck than a college frat boy could collect in four years.
He can barely walk. He has nerve damage. A wheelchair is in his near future. He’s depressed. He comes by every day for coffee. I walk it out to his truck, along with an occasional breakfast that he nibbles on while sipping beer.
I think he likes the smell of the coffee. He has money, but he’s dysfunctional. He owns a trailer that he refuses to live in because it was broken into three years ago - and is still a daily topic. He doesn’t want to live in it for fear of making a trail through the tall grass, signaling that someone still lives there. Paranoid he is.
The stories he has are true, but a normal person would never believe them. He’s a Vietnam Vet, and he’s hilarious, smart, slightly psychopathic, and a good guy. And yes, he could do a much better job than Biden.
Sorry I had to make it political.