Drew Beekman was born in a snow drift sometime around 1673. Little is known of his true origins, but it is foretold that he only speaks in wingdings. His writing ability is unparalleled and his words flow onto the pages. He writes streams of excellence and his vocabulary is good…ish. People will truly miss the great Beek (as he is referred to by the president of Iceland, personal friend) when he leaves this year to train with the Shaolin monks of the Himalayas.