Greetings Internet itinerants, WordPress wanderers, Livejournal layabouts and Andy! Welcome to the long-awaited continuation of a long-suspended segment: This Week In Andy.
My friend Andy, like his long-suffering jailbird namesake, is a fan of soaring sonority and emotive euphony. This is one of the reasons we are friends. Mostly, it’s our race.
When I think of Andy I think of fried fish and hot sauce in the Blake cafeteria; what will I think of Andy when I see him next? Marshmallow fruit salad in a ramshackle hut on the outskirts of town? What will become of us? Will we learn? Will we grow? Will we convert to Islam? What of our moms?