The name's Alex.

Traitor to the student body.

Alto saxophonist.


Generally the short friend (but still taller than Kenny G.)

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the satisfaction

One time in like 5th grade I had this teacher and she gave us all bottles of shit like this and told us to squeeze it all out and of course we were like fuck yeah and did it and then she said, “Now, try and shove it all back in the container.” Of course we all tried, and then stared at her confused as shit. When we all obviously gave up, she said, “In the moment, you were so consumed with what you were doing that you didn’t realize the mess you were making. Then, after it was so quickly and easily poured out, you realize it is impossible to put it all back in. Remember this for the rest of your lives when it comes to the words that come out of your mouth” and we were like 10 so we were like yeah ok whatever lady, but somehow to this day I think of it constantly. 

My all state audition went horrible. I was on a saxophone that wasn’t mine, alright, no big deal, I was doing it for the experience in pressure situations. Halfway through my scales I panic. I forget how to play. I can’t read music. I told myself that this was the one thing that I couldn’t let happen.

I can’t tell my directors what happened. They’ll be disappointed. One of them is already disappointed in me. I probably shouldn’t ever leave my bed because all I do anymore is panic. I’m literally made of pure panic. I’m never going to get anywhere in life if it’s going to be like this.