The first time I met Andy, he walked up to me and extended his hand; “Hey Shawn, I’m Andy. I hear we have a lot in common.”
I rarely remember first meetings. Events and people blend together, but over the course of the evening in question I started to get to know him and sure enough we had plenty in common.
For the few short years that I knew him, I found out just how much. We agreed on as many things as we disagreed on, which is what I’d call a friendship. Never humoring each other or fearing to bring up a counterpoint when necessary, we’d shoot messages back and forth debating and laughing, often surprised that we agreed on something that we thought the other one would shoot down.
Our last big arc of conversation was on the state of body modification. He said to me “The industry has been caught with it’s pants down, and there’s no one telling it to pull them up.” Unfortunately he’ll never have the chance to be the one who does. He was 30 years old at the time of his passing.
To his family; my sincerest condolences on your loss. To his friends; remember him.
