If you read the blog with any frequency, you already know this "Boy with Beard" (and "Guy with Glasses" and "Stud with Stache" AND "Sexy Boy Who Happens to be Clean Shaven At Moments").
Andrew recently moved to Chicago and works as a DJ and musician. In addition to sending in the Belgian doppelgänger, Andrew did the great honor of redeeming the ENTIRE Great Lakes region by performing a rap just for me. (Although, the recent rejection of anti-war hero Senator Feingold in Wisconsin and Democratic hopeful Giannoulis in Illinois has put you back on the shit list). Andrew also recently send in pics of his killer Halloween costume: Fever Ray.
Andrew grew up in the South, the son of a Baptist minister, and briefly considered Seminary before the gremlins in his jeans wisely convinced him otherwise. That in and of itself deserves a raging bone from this horn-dog. He may kill me for doing this, but I'd like to share some poetry Andrew wrote in the Fourth Grade (also, strangely, erection inspiring):
Inside Jeans are walking Gremlins,
They make your legs walk. Inside Jeans are blue bugs,
They make blue Jeans blue.
Inside Jeans are rough and tough factories.
They make Jeans the way they feel.
CLOUD IN MY HEAD
from my eyes.
They can't be tears.
I can't cry.
Rain is falling.
I don't know why.
Don't worry Andrew. Anyone can find them on your tumblr: http://iamsosorry.tumblr.com