words: k. guilford • editor: a. ryerson • photos: s. engler
Wild “Gets the job done… all the way done” Bill, aka David “Wild Bill” Andrews, aka David Andrews (his birth name) is, well, The Man. David actually adopted the name “Wild Bill” from a shirt his father gave him that read “Wild Bill’s Saloon.” When David turned 19, and the shirt was nearing its last thread, he and I decided to find the infamous Wild Bill’s, a local biker bar deep in the Jacksonville, Florida ghetto – outlaw territory of the local biker gangs.
We found the bar, but I thought it was in my best interest to wait in the car – the dudes I saw were no spring chickens. But Bill cruised in beaming with 100% confidence. I didn’t think I’d be parking lot PIMPIN’ for the next hour but eventually Bill stumbled out of the bar to the car — all smiles, and with a ridiculous story in which booze played no small part.
Apparently the bar owner made a chicken fall asleep on the bar. Why there was a chicken in the bar, and how the owner knew chicken voodoo, I’ll never know. Then the owner had the bartender babe take her shirt off and lather whipped cream on her tits for Wild Bill to lick clean. His effort to get another shirt was not fruitless either. When all was said and done, underage Wild Bill got to drink with a bunch of hard-ass bikers, saw KUNG FU pressure point action performed on a chicken, licked some whipped cream off hot boobies, AND got the T-shirt he went there to get, for FREE!
Now that we’re clear on how the man became legend, who is the man BEHIND the legend? Most anyone who has met Wild Bill agree that he’s one of the nicest guys you will ever meet, cliche as that sounds. They’ll say he’s just your everyday average dude. But at the end of the day, after the bills are paid, and the kids are fed (he has no kids, btw), BLADING burns in the back of his brain. The burn becomes an itch and, well like any man with true passion for his art, it can get extreme.
If Bill goes too long without getting his fix he’s known to go on a BENDER. He’s drained his bank account to build a “training ground” in our backyard. He’s road-tripped across the country in search of the perfect clips – on a shoestring budget. And like any man after a BENDER he has his recovery time. For Bill it’s usually spent working as a lumberjack for his family’s tree business, a popular profession that puts paychecks in many a BLADER’S pocket who have traveled throughout Florida. One thing can be said about Bill, and that is: when it comes down to business, the job will be done, and it will be all the way done.
Watch him skate live and you will know first hand. He’s the first to strap on the boots and the last to leave, thorough and precise. Wild “David Andrews” Bill is nothing short of a great man, with a blue collar up to his ears and a Guinness pint full of “CLASS.”