Campaign woes

I run into my crack-dealing former neighbour, a great admirer of my political writing.

Me: Yo! Are you gonna vote for me?

Crack dealer: Er... what?

Me: Vote for me?

Dealer: Oh, right, yeah yeah yeah for sure.

Me: Thanks!

Dealer: Wait... what?

Me: Vote for me.

Dealer: Oh, yeah.

Me: Thanks.

Dealer: Wait... What's your name again?

Me: Elise Marie.

Dealer: Oh, right. Wait... what day?

Me: Next Monday. October 15. Monday.

Dealer: Right, right.

Me: Thanks!

Dealer: Er... What?

Sigh... Well, if he's straight enough to vote, maybe he'll vote for me. And if note, maybe he'll vote for me inadvertently.

I'm pretty sure the worst part of politics is trying to get elected.