Andy has chosen to support Stop AAPI Hate. $200 from sales of this artwork will be donated to help stop the dangerous rise in anti-Asian violence.

“In response to the alarming escalation in xenophobia and bigotry resulting from the COVID-19 pandemic, the Asian Pacific Planning and Policy Council (A3PCON), Chinese for Affirmative Action (CAA), and the Asian American Studies Department of San Francisco State University launched the Stop AAPI Hate reporting center on March 19, 2020. The center tracks and responds to incidents of hate, violence, harassment, discrimination, shunning, and child bullying against Asian Americans and Pacific Islanders in the United States.”

Meet Andy Kehoe

Andy Kehoe was born long ago, on the Isle of Man. He was born a foal and eventually grew into a wily horse. One fateful day, his whole family was killed by a human demon named NeighNeighSnortNickerWhinny, which translated from horse means, “Devil Ride Dirt Hell.” He was the only horse to escape from his family stable and he swam miles of ocean to escape the demon; eventually reaching the safe shores of Ireland. Though relatively safer, this new land brought its own tribulations and Andy had to join a gang of other stable-less horse ruffians to survive the mean, green, Irish pastures. Kehoe specialized in three things: apple thieving, child biting, and torso caving. His wild eyes became well known from open pastures to stone alleyways and all who gazed into them steered clear, lest they desire a good biting or chest caving.

Years later , Andy was in Dublin scoring some illicit oats and then he heard it. That laugh. The laugh of the demon. He was here! Andy looked around in a panic and his wild eyes made eye contact with him. Andy’s whole horse being became blind panic, and before he realized it, he was running at top speed. He trampled a whole herd of sheep and crashed head first into a spiced mead stand, destroying everything. The mead stand was run by a gang of local toughs and they worked Andy over with body shots and black jacks until he faded into a painful oblivion. The last thing Andy heard before all turned to black was the echoing laughter of “NeighNeighSnortNickerWhinny.”

Andy awoke into a world of pain. He was on the floor of an old hag’s shack and she had him tied down and hooked up to some alchemical contraption. She had seen his terror and anger on the streets of Dublin that fateful day and marveled at how completely Andy had lost his mind. The witch was channeling that uncontrollable rage and rowdiness into a concentrated liquid which she would later dilute into a strong, devilish liquor. This concoction was the most potent liquid craziness she had ever extracted. It became very popular, and destruction and horrible decisions followed wherever this liquid was ingested. It eventually made its way over to Germany and is known today as Jдgermeister. So powerful and unique it was , that she completely drained Andy until he was no longer a horse. He was no longer anything. The witch didn’t have the power to make Andy a horse again, so she opted to make him a human, and the simplest version at that. A man.

The witch taught Andy how to walk on two legs then booted him out onto the streets to fend for himself. Andy shakily human galloped over to his former horse hideout but none of the horses recognized him and he couldn’t speak horse anymore. They flipped out and gang horse kicked Andy until he was yet again unconscious. That would prove to be his most common state during the next few weeks. Andy was beaten repeatedly for stealing apples and eventually thrown in jail for biting just one child. After weeks of trouble, Andy stowed away on a ship leaving the harbor. His reputation was too well known here and that reputation always seemed to lead to immediate man/horse beatings. Time for a fresh start. After weeks at sea, he ended up in his new home, America.