Well...what can I say about Andy? For some reason I started calling him Monkey Boy. I forgot how that all started but I think that it might have something to do with the fact that he was born on the year of the monkey (not sure). Andy attends Texas A&M and majors in aerospace engineering. He comes home often and visits alot. He has a camaro, which he recently broke because he was adding something to it and the engine kind of messed up on him. First thing that comes into my mind is that he is probably a bigger goofball than I am. I can owe all of my crazy driving skills to Andy, since I do consider him my master in that field.

One of the things that Andy does when you first meet his mom is that he tells you to give her a hug. When you give him a funny stare, he says that you will hurt her feelings if you don't. And when you still don't give his mom a hug, he gives you this funny looking hostile look and asks "is there something wrong with my mom?" The whole time when this is going on, his mom is standing there laughing and just tells him to stop. It feels really awkward. Meeting his dad is not that much more comfortable. His dad has a good size belly which Andy insists that you poke at it.

When I first started playing with Andy, I can remember that his parents only let him out until like 11:30 at night. He would always get into trouble about it, but they never really grounded him for being late. Going out to eat with him is sometimes an adventure in itself. The burger place might be only five minutes down the block, but on the way there, he gets distracted by a car which he just has to find out where it is going. So we end up following the unknown car for at least ten minutes, and if we are lucky the car goes home. Getting to the unknown house, we just park in front of the driveway until the driver gets out and gives us a dirty look, which Andy answers back with a honk of his horn and we drive off. That was a more benevolent encounter. Sometimes the car being followed gets hostile, and we end up racing down the highway and other things.

I don't know how a parent can raise a child like Andy and survived through it without some form of psychological problems, but somehow they came out of it. Don't get misled by this article on him. He may seem stupid, but he is actually really smart. He was one of the top ten graduates in our high school, and he probably studied just as much as I did, if not less.

Andy always complain about the music that I listen to. He says that I am a queer for listening to such trashy music. From his background, you can see some of his favorite bands. I actually started to like the Smashing Pumpkins. Andy and a couple of other friends of his, dragged me to go to the concert, which turned out to be pretty fun.

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