J. Noble
A theater teacher who smells like wet dog and old cereal. He wears shirts with buttons that are falling off and shoes that look like they were made from a dead man’s feet.
His man bun is so bad it makes me want to cry.
He plays his sad vinyls so loud I think the ceiling is about to fall.
He thinks his tattoo is cool. It’s just a bunch of stars that look like they were drawn by a drunk kid.