A letter from yourself, January 23rd, 2015

Hey, kiddo. What's new with you? Did we get into art school yet? I hope so. I don't know what to say to you. Only that I hope that the you now isn't anything like the you, you used to be. You have a lot of growing up to do right now, you really do. I've been looking at our father a lot recently. I'm starting to see in him the kind of man that I don't want to become. The kind of man that spends all of his time at home watching TV, drinking his nights away and not doing a damn thing to dig himself out of a rut that he knows is coming, even though he has the time to change it. I see a lot of that man in myself. I'm only 21 years old and I can already I'm fixing up to waste my life away. A real good-for-nothing in the making. I don't want to be like him, I can see the rut that's coming and I'll be damned if I'm just going to sit here and wait for it. If past experience shows anything, it's that I'll probably fail but for once I'm going to give it a Gods-honest try. Even though I'm not entirely sure where I want to start. All I can say is that I hope this finds you well, wherever we ended up. I hope you put in the work and that you're turning out to be the kind of person our mom could have been proud of. We've made a lot of mistakes you and I. It's time we started to work on that. I better get to bed, we have a busy day tomorrow.