Dear President Johnson/ Rockstar,
In ten years I hope you are the president of the United States. Also in the year 2009, your rock band and you are going to be on tour. Jordan Thompson is the band manager and washes the sweat towels. Though he was a childhood friend he messed up in vegas gambling on the Chicago Bulls and you had to bail him out. The rest of the band is in the tour bus while you are on your private jet. You just got back hunting polar bears in Antarctica. You drive a jacked up smart car and own the state of Alaska. I hope you have many four wheelers that are faster than Jordan’s. Garrett Wall is your maid in a white feathery dress and a feather dust hat with a big Copenhagen dip in with a big peace pipe. Dustin cleans my rims with a tooth brush. Dani Williams wishes she had this but she never had a chance.
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