My Daddy Don

Chapter 1

It all started long ago. I was simply a mere little boy back then. I didn't know right from wrong and I only tied my own shoes so everyone can look at the ultimate junk in the trunk I had going on in the back. I worked as a custodian in Central Park. It never dawned on me that the Trump Tower and Hotel was very close to where I worked. I loved my job, don't get me wrong. There is nothing I love more than picking up greasy McDonald's Quarter Pounder With Cheese boxes and the smell of the bags of dog shit I elegantly toss into the trash. I truly believe that I was put on the earth to do that. One day I happened to be scraping gum off the bottom of the park bench, when the most handsome man I've ever seen sat his glorious rear end right on the park bench where directly below lied my head. I took the time to see how the small wooden sections of the bench cradled his every curve. I was mesmerized by his "lovely lumps". I heard a whiny mans voice and then snapped out of my daydream. I hit my head on the bench. The man then growled "get out, you're a loser". I looked over to see the Donald Trump next to me. I immediately then dropped to my knees and began to cry. I used my tears to shine his limited edition iridescent sparkly Crocs. I apologized repeatedly until Trumps skin went from the colour of a Flaming Hot Cheeto, to just your everyday Cheeto Puff. He then said "You know José you really should get going, if Melania finds me out here in my 'bedroom shoes' she won't be very pleased with me". I said "Anything for you Mr.Trump. And by the way, My name is Charlie." "Charlie. tremendous name." He said to me with a slight grin as he walked back to his tower. I was so excited for the rest of my day I didn't even mind the diaper with vomit in it, I just kept repeating to myself like a prayer, "Anything for Daddy Don."