It’s 2025 now, and I, Forrest Trump, am sitting on a bench, quietly thinking about my own business. Life is like a wild journey—I ran from the Deep State’s pursuit, accidentally picked up maga's hat,miraculously dodged gunfire and then a bunch of people started running with me, and finally climbed to the top of the White House with my old buddy, Lieutenant Elon.
My mama always said, life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get…
Now, I just felt like minting a coin. No particular reason, just felt right. So, $TRUMP was born.
