You Rock

Dear FutureMe, whatever you're doing this instant, stop, and listen, or read rather. You dont remember me, but I used to be you, now you are all grown up and o your way to whatever you're doing. possibly doing electrical work for design, or in the union hopefully, whatever you are doing as long as it isnt coke, i'm proud of you. Good luck with the next few years man, and remember, no matter how bad it gets, it could never be as bad as last weekend when we finished that bottle of vodka and stewed in the juices of depression of leaving Jessica. But things are looking up for me, and you, so stay up brotha. peas.