Alex J. Mann

Every year for my birthday, my Uncle David ships me a box of junk he’s hoarded during the year. You don’t truly understand how “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure” until Uncle David’s trash becomes your trash.

I needed a haircut. That’s how it all started.

The first picture is of the dog. The second is a selfie of a pretty girl with full cheeks and choppy hair. “Looks like Jennifer Lawrence,” I think.

He had this smug look like he was the most important guy in the room, which he probably was. No one was talking to him. I had to try.

Hey there, you! I was Googling your name and this registry came up.