OLD SOUL VERSION OF SELF, WITH SAXOPHONE
Me with my alto sax in Fair Lawn, the nicer of the towns we lived in. I like the blue blazer I wore in this photo, though I've never lived up to the standard of dress it suggested.
I can tell there's something wrong. In the family, in the house. Kids shouldn't have eyes like that at nine or ten.
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