Last year I quit smoking.

As a reward I started learning the sax. But then I stopped.

Playing a really loud instrument very badly, in a small flat surrounded by 10 thousand neighbors requires some pride swallowing.

I’m about as good at that as I am at playing the sax.

A helpful thing will be to buy a stand and take my sax out of it’s case. If Pretty, Shiny is staring me in the face every day I’m more likely to pick it up every day