Drew believes that language is a pale mockery of the purity of human thought, and journeys to prove his point by slathering the landscape with words. When you visit Mount Rushmore, only to find the monument replaced by a sign that reads “four faces and some rock,” you’ll know whose name to scream into the night sky. (After all, why were you visiting Mount Rushmore at night? It’s your own fault. Hippie.) Lives in Nebraska. Drinks Guinness.