Another funny story with this picture... it's when Andy really first showed signs of his future cigar addiction... picture this:
We - Andy, myself, and Russ (not pictured) - are on the way back to Satellite from the Keys. The previous night, three of us drunkenly slept in that van, in 98 degree heat, in Key West. (There were actually, briefly, four people in the van, but that's a whole 'nother story.)
We all have terrible hangovers, parched dry from the booze and the heat. We have spent all our money, save gas money home, on beer the night before. But as we stop to fill the tank somewhere in the Middle Keys, we empty the ashtray of change and scrounge together a few bucks. We send Andy into the gas station on a mission:
"Andy, please, for the love of God, buy us all something to drink. Anything will do. Water, cokes, whatever they have, but if we don't get something to drink we might not make it home."
Minutes later, Andy reappears. Visions of thirst-quenching goodness dance in our heads. "Andy, please, where are the cokes? What did you get us?"
He responds, "Well I didn't get us anything to drink, but I got THESE..." And all he has are a handful of miniature cigars.
Believe it or not, we didn't beat him. But off we went, dehydrated and smoking.
