Alex Owens

Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It's been two weeks since my last confession. I'm doing okay. Sort of. I've been thinking about sex a lot. But, you can't help thinking about sex, right? Well, you probably can.

You like phone booths? You probably just like doing it in a bed, right?

I never studied before. I mean, I read books and stuff and I watch; but, I've never taken dance classes. I don't know. There's just all those dancers who want to be watching each other and watching you.

I know, but, it's different. I never see them. It's like - I go out there and the music starts and you begin to feel it - and your body just starts to move. I know it sounds really silly. But, something inside you just clicks - and you just take off and you're gone. It's like you're somebody else for a second. Some nights I -

some nights I just can't wait to get out there, just so I can disappear.

I don't need you tellin' me what to do! And I don't need to hear your shit! I'm not a baby! Now, get the Hell out of here and play with your fuckin' Porsche.

My father, he loves music. This one time, he took us all to the symphony. My whole family. It was supposed to be this really big deal. At first I didn't like if very much. I mean, there's nothing really to do with your feet and there's nothing really to look at. It's boring! And I was ready to nod out or something. He said to me, "If you close your eyes, you could see the music." You can, too. Did you ever try? See the music? Come on, try. Close your eyes. Well?