Why you don't write about DJT being a Pimp

Dream Journal. 10/27/2025 I was a visiting writer at a university with an MFA program that required students to take an exit exam at the end of summer. Jenae Batt was there gratifyingly praising how my book Sustainability: A Love Story was a resource for her. I was like well, if you liked Sustainability, just wait until Writing the Hard Stuff and

How to Plant a Billion Trees comes out. Here’s the scary part. The school was doing performance reviews and apparently, I was subject to them. I went to the president of the university’s office and who presided there? None other than Donald J. Trump. In Trump-like fashion, he asked me to take my clothes off. I demurred for a bit, but realized I couldn’t get out of it. Other people had also submitted. So I took my clothes off and he looked at me, saying “Very nice” in his regular DJT voice. He then took off all his clothes and lay upon the ground like George Costanza on the Seinfeld episode where he gets naked. Fortunately, people started coming in to sit on the opposite couch with ramen and Pad Thai, which made me feel a little less predated upon but a little more naked.