The Free Clinic - CHAPTER ONE
NEXT Donald Trump had been putting it off, putting it off and putting it off again. He had to get his ass down to the free clinic before something really bad happened. Not that it wasn't bad enough already. Maybe they'll prescribe Viagra if he'd lucky. The Nurse Practitioner who ran the weekly clinic at the old armory on Kingsbridge Road and Jerome Avenue checked his blood pressure and blood sugar. He was watching her reaction and he didn't feel that optimistic given the concerned look on her face. She checked his blood pressure two more times. "Donald, when did you last eat?" "What time is it?" She checked her watch. "It's three thirty four." "Lessee, I ...