What exactly does Droo mean?
Well, it's my name for starters.  My name is really Andrew 
but everybody calls me Droo pretty much.  How did I get 
such a strangely-spelled nickname, you ask? It all began 
back in seventh grade...this kid in my class was writing
everyone's names on the board for some reason.  Now see,
he was a really nice kid, but not the best speller in the
world. So, relying on stretch-spelling skills he must have
picked up a few years prior, he scrawled my name on the board.
But, uh, it wasn't just your average "Andrew".  Oh noooo, 
this was an Andew like no one had ever seen the likes of
before...yes, you guessed it: ANDROO.  As my classmates 
gasped in a state of half-shock and half-amusement, I took
the butchering of my name as a sign...I wasn't just Andrew
anymore.  No sir...I then ducked into the shadows and 
became a superhero- half seventh-grader, half mispelled
name.  I donned a cape with my new name in construction 
paper letters stapled to it, and set off to make a difference.
Since then I have been travelling the world (well..around
town...same difference), showing unenlightened people the
benefits of mispelling your first name on purpose.  Yes,
it is a tough way to live, but the rewards are oh so sweet...
I get whatever leftover chicken there is from the KFC every 
Wednesday at closing, and sometimes if I sit outside the
liquor store long enough I can get this older drunkard 
in a stained v-neck teeshirt to buy me a Tequiza.  Yes, 
a superhero's life is no doubt the life for me.