this morning #524.

this morning, since his ideals were on display, his ethics were at issue as well. he could tell that, because people valued his opinion, he would have to offer up some sort of explanation. nobody could fault him for wanting to keep his views private but things had gone too far for that so here he was, an empty podium & a gaggle of reporters waiting for him in the next room. in this room, he sat alone, sweating, a partially-smoked davidoff sitting in an ashtray before him, filling the space with fumes. when the side door opened & a PR person let him know it was time to go out & speak to the press, he was still pressed to think of a way out. hopefully, his words would not betray him.