“So you sold your vote for tickets?” I asked the tall gentleman on the couch adjacent to me. He arched an eyebrow at me from behind wire-rimmed glasses and quickly went back to his Basic Arythmias.

“I think you know the answer to that by now,” he sighed in his usual laidback manner. I glared in his general direction, waiting for a response to my real question. The question that was the underlay to the simple question I had asked was something like this, “Why in the world are you a Republican anyway?” He took a deep breath as he prepared to explain that Democrats take money away from doctors by providing more Medicare and health benfeits.

Well damn. I thought the purpose of a religiously strong leader was to help those who are less fortunate than yourself. Wish I could figure out this politics crap.

“How far have you gotten on that homework, Pokey?” he said as he returned to his book. In a mild state of shock, I curled back into my couch and continued writing out my outline.

“I’ve outlined… one and a half pages,” I mumbled sheepishly into my history book. I glanced up as he calmly began a cutting remark A smirk snuck across my face as he stumbled helplessly over the words that were tossed at random like so many cards around an upturned hat.

“At least my words tend to resemble a coherent sentence,” I chirped in a nonchalant manner.

Sincerely, Pokey