Andrew’s story;

In a city like New York, nobody notices a sleepwalker. It's always just another guy at the crack of dawn, staggering down the sidewalk, eyes glazed, muttering to himself.

That guy was often me. When I would come to, lost and confused, no idea where I was or how I got there, it was hard to even get someone to give me directions home. It was a problem.

I tried hypnosis. Didn’t work. I tried locking the door, but I kept finding the key. Then one night I fell asleep in my Antique Rivet jeans. When I woke up, I wasn't alone. A crowd had gathered, raving about my performance art. New Yorkers have seen it all, but they've never seen jeans like these.

-Andrew

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Andrew’s story was

written by Elya Ottenberg.

Elya is an actor,

filmmaker and award

winning writer living and working in Brooklyn, NY.

He has travelled all over the world and knows

how to say "Yo momma" in seventeen different

languages. After

hitchhiking to Florida in a basket as a baby, it was pretty much assured he could never settle for a normal job. So, thanks, Mom and Dad.