Dear…You,

I hope this gets to you before, nevermind. We made it past thirty, remarkable I know. Everything is very different, but somehow still the same. Despite the threat of world war three, we somehow still get cool guyed at shows by members of bands that’ll break up in three months. Kinda funny when you think about it. Mom died, it sort of…changed everything. Dad remarried, she’s really nice and takes good care of him. It’s tough, but it’s what he deserves after those twenty-eight long years. I don’t have any words of wisdom for you. I can tell you to invest in whatever, but it’s all going to shit anyway, and it started before we were born, so just strap in. I know you’ll be okay; I am here, you are there. We know we will make it out alive.

Best wishes.

Me

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