I remember this like it happened yesterday. Trump glanced in my direction, gave me his devilish grin and winked at me. He motioned for me to come closer as the masses started to jostle and push to get closer. When I was right next to him he whispered, “This is what Trump is all about.” The energy, the action, the chaos, it was intoxicating and I never wanted it to stop. I was a junky in need of a fix.
