Born and raised in Stephen King’s place of residence, Andy grew up with only his mother looking after him after his father and her got a divorce before he was old enough to remember. On occasion his dad would still come and visit him and do stuff together but the two never really grew all that close. Despite this, Andy could live his childhood as well as possible. A loving and supporting mother, good grades and a decent amount of friends were what led him into high school. There his passions began to shift from one thing to another. One time it was astronomy, the other it was gardening. One week he wanted to become a photographer, the other he wanted to sail to Europe. After a while he settled for a much more normal hobby which was painting and occasionally playing guitar. In neither did he ever take any lessons but nevertheless his skills in both of these activities was respectable.
Time passed and the end of high school rolled around. During that time he even managed to find himself a better half for the time being. Riley was her name and the two had a nice last 2 years in high school before Andy embarked on his plans, separated from everyone he had known so far. With a free college education in mind, he signed up to join the army after getting his high school diploma. His mother didn’t exactly support the idea but neither was she 100% opposed to it. His father meanwhile was quite happy about it.
Following basic combat training, he spent half a year stationed in Afghanistan before returning home safely. Although the tour did change him in a way, it wasn’t all bad. A much needed sense of discipline was what his mother noticed after his first week back home. He also was a little more talkative than before plus the tan he got then was not too bad to look at either. To his misfortune though, spending his time in college would not be possible for him. Although he had the money he needed, his mother in that time lost her job at the drug store she worked at and was now desperate for money, even more so due to his father not needing to pay child support any more. And so it came to be that Andy eventually started work at restaurant in Bangor as a waiter. Not the place you’d necessarily expect a veteran to end up but it was convenient as well as being easilly reachable with the one bus connection he had to get into town.
And so he managed to get his mother on her own to feet again until she found a job again later that year at that very restaurant. After about a year he could even rent himself an apartment in Bangor to be closer to his work. This continued on for a while. The same stuff over and over and over again. It's not like Andy would have noticed right away. How could he? But as time went on, the kind of monotony of his situation really became clear to him. Wake up, go to work, fall into bed because you're too tired. That wasn't a life anymore, not to him at least. He tried switching jobs and work at a guitar store in town to maybe break up the monotony and actually be closer to something he liked but eventually the horrors of retail simply outweighed the positive things about the job. Something different needed to roll around. Something exciting. Anything but this. And so he decided to set out to look for exactly that. He wouldn't join back into the military however. He had enough of getting shot at in the middle east. Instead, decided to do quite the opposite. With his basic medical training, Andy soon enough found himself volunteering for international relief effort. More specifically Doctors Without Borders. However, little did he know where this simple agreement would put him...
None at all. Andy's not a fucking coloring book.
"Like.. yeah, sure. I'd totally do you. Hell, that'd make a great fuckin sitcom."
"Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Suck my nipple, then my dick."
"Jesus, yall bois gotta fuckin chill." - Andy in literally any given situation
"Look buddy, I understand you're not the best at social shit, okay? But you gotta get your ass down there and face those fears if you wanna stop being such a whimp about it."