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The Highway Bandit

Samuel Jacobo Smith

      It was the year a one-term governor from the Deep South with no Washington experience was inaugurated as the 39th President of the United States of America, when Samuel Jacobo Smith drew his first breath in the dust of the Texas desert. Somewhere in the distance, Stevie Nicks serenaded young, sultry lovers (mid- coitus) with new melodies of undoing the laces, bathed in the morning astronomical twilight.
      Only months prior, Elvis Presley, the ultimate king of salacious rock and roll, met his untimely death and devastated thousands of middle-aged women around the world. À la fois, Hamida Djandoubi was the last man to be executed by the guillotine in Marseilles, France. He was sentenced to death for torturing and killing his former lover. Coincidentally, all three of these men: Smith, Presley, and Djandoubi share the same smoldering downward look and mysterious thousand yard stare, unabashed by the furor their vehement self-glorification conjures. Heated debates among scholars have transpired for many years about the undeniable fact that Samuel Jacobo is the reincarnation of either the late Mister Presley or the executed Monsieur Djandoubi.
      Ending his two and a half year run at Coronado High School, Samuel's insatiable appetite for fast women and cheap booze started at an early age... almost as though he was trying to live out more of the glory years he dearly missed from a previous life. He spent many nights wandering the streets of Juarez, drinking and drowning in the red lights and warm glow of foreign faces. He found himself wandering  back across the border through the pass to the north, and roaming the country for all of his formative years.
      With a colorful background and a little, black book filled to the last page, Samuel had garnered a wealth of intangible riches. A father, a nomad, a musician, a clairvoyant, an artist... he found himself at the precipice of a spiritual awakening in 2017. His love of tooling wet leather, stringing beads and soldering metal had him stroking his thick beard and brewing up incantations of entrepreneurship. Thus, the copulation of such notions, Highway Bandit was conceived.