friday night photography

The Day I Met Donald Trump...............or Friday Photos

Well, it was quite a day, I can tell you.

I was sitting in a coffee place on W. 49th St., minding my own business, looking at the crap under my fingernails, when who should wander in but the man himself.

Of course, I really didn't know who the man himself was at the time. Just some suit with a wild, wild haircut.

The place was a little busy, so he plonks himself down on the seat opposite me and starts to regale me with some tale about......

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