Alex Ulloa was raised on the Marx Brothers and Naked Raygun near the wine dark sea.
When failures of mind and body remind him of the incipient creep of time, he finds comfort in
the sickeningly smug notion of “life experience.” He doesn’t eat animals, refers to his depression
as “that sad guy who shows up without calling,” earned his MFA from Columbia University
where he held a Creative Writing Teaching Fellowship, and thinks the world would be better off
with more bikes and fewer cars. Go team.