Andy playing at Joestock

Andy is my cousin. His name is Andy. As the story goes, the first time I met Andy I pulled on his wiggly little ears. I'm not sure if that is, because my mom told it to me when I was younger and she has a tendency to embellish things back then.

He is the one who introduced me to medieval warfare, Marcy Playground, and the classical works of J.R.R. Tolkien. For this I am forever in his debt.

Andy and I used to regularly spend our Sundays together, usually with Art, looking for places of interest to find and explore. We called these our mini road trips - the most memorable being the search for the Virile Bull.

Andy has since moved to Chicago, to bring a touch of redneck to the heart of the city. Although this is a good arrangement for him, I no longer have anyone to lay with on lonely country roads looking at the Northern Cross on warm summer nights - or to sing Marcy Playground (Hey Oh! It comes from the eastern sky, oh! Yea - eah!) as something is ripped out of the ground by my 460 cubic inch, high output, supercharged blamshit motor.

For a picture of Andy displaying his vintage class, click here. For an even older picture of Andy, click here.

grokkings

Art seems to have a death wish when he visits Chicago.

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