Marquel read the news and suddenly realized that Lawrence Lessig had been running for president. He called Mufi, who was busy soaking some live frogs in brine before slaughtering them for a special sauce he makes.
“Yes,” said Mufi, “I just heard. He was running for president. Nobody in the restaurant even knew about it. But now we know.”
Even the Dean of Harvard, where Lessig teaches, said, “Amazing! I’m so proud to learn that one of our faculty was running for president. I think I’ll give him a raise.”
“In that case I’ll give him a raise and solicit a donation. A million, huh?” Said the Dean.
“We just heard he was running. Well we heard he withdrew actually. But that means he was running. We don’t think it’s possible to withdraw without running first. We’re inviting him to participate in the next debate to make it up to him.” They said.
“That really doesn’t matter,” they said.
“Lessig? Who’s he?” Asked an intern.
“What race?” She asked.
“No kidding? He’s not running huh? Who else is not running?” She asked.
“You sure?” She asked. “Are you running?”
“You too?” She asked. “Are you sure?”
“I’ll tell Bernie. You should call CNN.” She said.
“They’ll probably invite you to participate in the next debate.” She opined.
“Three’s a crowd,” she said.
“I don’t think I want to see that. I’ll stay home. Go tell Bernie.”
And that was the end of my presidential run. And that guy from Harvard, whoever he is.
By MARQUEL: Lessig Was More and then None