The President’s Nightmare

He was sweating when he woke up. An awful nightmare:
He was speaking to the Congress totally naked. Everybody could see he was naked. Even worse, he could not find the manuscript he was supposed to read. He had to improvise, and he knew he was very bad at improvising. But he could do nothing about it. He had to keep speaking. The opposition leader stood up and shouted: “Wake up, Mr. President! You have to fight the drug lords!”

He was seating, he could not go back to sleep. He raised, and walked directly to his booze. A glass of scotch was all he needed.