Alvin's Ugly

I got a text from my old buddy Alvin. (The names have been changed to protect the guilty.)

Alvin and I go way back. He used to play the xylophone in my old band, Seven-Eights Awesome. (The band's name has been changed to protect the innocent.) Anyway, Alvin immediately started texting trash to me about the quantity and quality of the uglies he worked with. As always, extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. Fortunately Alvin knows how to put his uglies where his mouth is.

Alvin, I salute you. You pick uglies like you play the xylophone: With all your heart. The bar has been set quite high. We'll have to see how things work out as other uglies start to trickle in...