I was President of the Industrial Arts Club in high school. At least, that is, until I started wielding my new found powers with impunity. I guess I shouldn’t have referred to everyone else in the club as peons, but my godlike status did require a certain measure of respect. After my three-day rule I was promptly overthrown in a bloody coup by the rest of the club. That’s how I became the first President of PIASA to be impeached.
Published on September 11, 2014 16:48