Huqleberry

I had developed a fascination by this wild-haired (ala Jack White) kid that sits in my Astronomy class.  He wears the same cheap light blue suit; the sleeves are too short and the pants are far too big.   Everywhere he goes, a large suitcase rolls behind him.

As my imagination ran, I ended up concluding that he was a vagrant who shows up to random classes to learn for free.  That romantic ideal melted away when I finally had a conversation with him yesterday.

He isn’t a vagrant.  He lives with his parents in Harlem and he plans to graduate with a degree in Political Science.  What was in the bag?

Redemption. Fucking redemption, because the ‘Poly-Sci’ (as he referred to it thereafter) degree was a complete let down.

What’s in the suitcase?

Cutco Cutlery,  Barack Obama uses them.  He tried his sales pitch on me and even offered to give me a demonstration.  I strung him along out of sheer boredom.  For some reason he kept mentioning this revolutionary ice cream scooper that melts on contact.  He said he would toss one in for free if I bought something.

After his rant, I was left with the impression that he was a bit of a pompous anus with quite the inflated ego (from selling cutlery perhaps??).  If he wasn’t talking about knifes, he would be talking about how great Israel is.  The traveling salesman, not a bad rebound from the hobo student.