So, here's the deal.

I get bees in my bonnet. Usually just one at a time; a good thing considering I'm mildly allergic (har-har). The thing about having a bee in your bonnet is that it drives you crazy. All the metaphorical buzzing and whatnot. Well, I've got one right now and if I don't take care of it the buzzing will drive me to near-to-desperate measures.

So, here's the deal.

I'm looking for a guy. Not just any guy, though. I need to find Andrew. This would be Andrew Huff, Andrew Christian Huff, the Andrew I went to college with and haven't spoken to in around four years. I'm looking for that guy.

Back to the bees for a second. I get one in my proverbial bonnet (wanting to get a hold of an old friend let's say) and for a while I'll try to get rid of it. Call the last phone number I have for them, do quick searches online for an address, e-mail, or Google the name. Let's say none of this stuff pans out. When that happens, nine times out of ten the bee goes away on its own. But that tenth time . . .

Oooh, that tenth time is this time.

I went to Stephen F. Austin University in Nacogdoches for two disasterous semesters. Afterward, I lived there for three more months. For that entire year, I spent about 95% of my time with a boy named Andrew. He was a fellow theatre major, my best friend, and susequently became my roommate for the three insane last months I lived in that trailer on Paluxy. Without going into details that would bore the socks off of most of you (the rest of you already know the details, negating my need to reiterate) I'll just say that Andrew was a very important person in my life. And, as things happen in life, he slowly began to fade out until all that's left now are some songs I wrote, some photos in an album, and some fragmented memories of that year.

In case you haven't figured it out yet and you need me to walk you through it, the bee is Andrew. I'm interested in finding him again and all my avenues of ametuer detection have been exhausted. So I'm asking you, my Freakshow kids, for help.

The last time I spoke with him, he was living in Austin; there's a good chance he still is. If you know who I'm talking about, please have him get in touch with me. Or (miracle of miracles) if you are Andrew, if you are they boy we used to call The Boy, please get in touch with me. At this point I'm just going crazy and I don't actually want to end up there.

Seriously, though, I wonder how he's doing these days. I miss him a little too.

So help me out here, kids; it creates good karma.

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