This is Hot Dog Salesman, a whip-smart, smart-dressing, and sometimes smart-mouthed gamer guy with a slick hairdo, an extensive vocabulary, and more than a whiff of steam punk about him. His self-deprecation game is so finely tuned you’d think he was a miniature Larry David, except more thoughtful and nuanced. We don’t know how to convince him that he’s awesome and competent and effective but we believe it 100%, and we adore him.
Hot Dog Salesman first came when he was six, and he used to hide when his parents came to pick him up. It wasn’t a game either; his hiding was sincere. One time he found a really good spot (under our outdoor stage) and…it took a long time to find him ha. ha. ha.
Hot Dog Salesman is creative and he has his finger of the pulse of the net like a little PewDiePie. The last couple years he has intently filled our desktops with memes, homemade and curated, and one of them (it was a Duck Crab) became our school t-shirt. He often volunteers to show greenhorns how not to download viruses or get torn up by internet piranhas. And he also created a school certification for Roblox to make sure our students didn’t get snagged by the minefield of scams which lies therein.
Hot Dog Salesman speaks up for himself and always keeps going straight even when he’s frazzled. He’s a courageous dude and, while he insisted he “didn’t have the muscle” to clean a countertop in our kitchen yesterday, we have no doubt he has the heart to accomplish a whole lot, because we’ve already seen it. He also knows how to be a really good, sweet friend. Hot Dog Salesman, thank you for enriching our community and really thank you for being you. And– for the hotdogs.