Andy is another one of the guys I've known just about since I first moved to Illinois. He used to live in Sheldon when he was just a wee little kid, but he moved away so I didn't meet him till he moved back the summer before our Freshman year. He moved into this house down by the tracks where this guy had shot himself during a police standoff. Being able to see the bullet holes in the floors and ceiling as well as bullets that were still lodged up in the 2nd floor is kind of unusual when you get thinking about it. The thing I really remember best about that house is when he broke a 2nd floor window resulting in me getting showered with shards of broken glass. It was a freak accident involving a garden hose and a window. Andy was trying to open the window so we could get the hose upstairs to fill his waterbed and the glass just kind of exploded when he bumped it.
Anyway, since then Andy lived all over the place; I think he's moved 8 or 9 times since I've known him. Unfortunately now we don't see him too often because he moved to Chicago into the ghetto. Back in the day though we used to have a party at his place at least once a week so there's some good memories if nothing else. |
