A guitar player I knew from years ago showed up
on my doorstep looking so physically changed I
didn’t recognize him at all.

After he identified himself, I invited him in and offered
him a drink. We talked Music for about 10 minutes n
then he started going up on how wonderful Trump was
and how it’s such a good thing that he’s going after the
Democrats, the Illuminati and the Freemasons and the
conspirators and the CIA, and how the war with Iran is
not a war it’s just a skirmish and left-wing propaganda.

I told him I did not know nor care about that stuff, but
people are dead and said ‘let’s focus on Music n not
how stupid some Americans can be.’ He then became
angry, and started to shout at me and informed me of
how stupid I was and what a puppet I was.

I said, I do not want to tell you what a jerk I think
you are, so if you just leave now, that will be OK.

He tossed a final curse at me as he slammed the door
and was gone. Politics makes some people weird. Or
maybe he was taking drugs.

The funny part is the night before I had prayed to the
God to send me a guitar player to work with. The God
responded with His sense of ironic humor. Pity that
the fellow was once a decent guitarist