Making Andrew what he is today

I'm getting a strong sense of nostalgia off of Andrew's latest posts. I'm pretty sure that it isn't the first time he's been down an abandoned uranium mine, for instance. I remember that story; how, as a mid-teen, he snuck off to explore the old mine and got stung by a radioactive wasp. He had a terrible allergic reaction and got rushed to the ER, where they managed to stabilize him. When he awoke the next morning, he had turned into....Anaphylaxis Man. Suddenly he had incredible powers: every time he walked into a room, everyone there began to suffer from shortness of breath. If he moved closer, they developed a livid rash and fell to the ground. All these years later, he's still got it...

Now he's babbling about Cambridge again. He kept quiet about it most of the time. Sure, we were all kind of impressed when he got in; we knew he was smart, but we weren't completely sure that he was gay. And despite all his stories, it's hard to believe that rich young British men could be that desperate. I hope those photos aren't coming up on here next. I saw one of those shots ten years ago, and I'm still scared to drink his vodka.