Martin Shkreli is one interesting dude. I didn’t think I would come across anyone that could garner almost as much hatred as everyone’s favorite blonde-haired, big-mouthed, billionaire presidential candidate, but Shkreli might just prove me entirely wrong. This past Thursday morning, Shkreli arrived on Capitol Hill for an engagement that was not memorable enough for me to justify the time I spent curled up in bed in a Nutella fueled rage watching it Friday night. What I can justify, however, is the time I spent afterwards delving into Shkreli’s (very strange) life, in and out of the spotlight. He started off as your regular “I want to be on Wall Street” college student.