the accordion.

The story of Alexander, and his new accordion.

On Friday around five, I stepped foot into an antique shop on center street in Provo. It reminded me of being in my grandmothers garage in San Fransisco. The smell of old leather, and dusty photos. I used to rummage through that garage every visit I had over there.


I looked to my left upon entering this dusty wonderland, and beheld a hand made Italian masterpiece of an instrument. I hadn't planned on purchasing anything when I agreed to go to this shop of old junk, with my lovely miss Aubrey Bond. However I felt inspired to ask the gay man working the counter if I could try this beautiful instrument out.

It was love at first note. Emotion filled my body when the first chord full of french serenade was played. I knew I had to buy it. The price tag said $125, but that didn't matter to me. I was willing to pay whatever. I needed this love stricken instrument in my life. The gay man sold it to me for $100 for reasons unknown.





I have it strapped around my neck right now. It feels so natural, so right.

The night ended at a classy restaurant on university ave in Provo called Communal. The evening was filled with beauty, love, and good memory's.

Im going to miss my love.