Andrew often finds himself sitting in cafés staring blankly at walls with a book in his hands. Sometimes he fancies himself a writer, but is, in reality, an artist without a medium (understand that as you like.) He does whatever he can do to pay rent and hopes one day to rally enough time to finish the trilogy of essays and that one short story he is always talking about.

He currently lives in Saint Louis, but has the bad habit of moving where the jobs are.

He has a personal blog and you can find his more sardonic info here.

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