we have a friend that loves trump. he used to buy my pictures and my drinks. now i'm sober i can't bear to speak to him. he's old and in bad shape and alone, but i can't bear even a phone call. i don't think i can risk the inevitable subject coming up. i want to understand but it seems simply incomprehensible how people can support such evil, like suffering and death are always the other, not real. even in this pandemic. i've never felt as disenchanted in america as this. trump is the plague.