A letter from October 11th, 2020

Dear Self, It is with deep sadness that I regret to inform you that **** has really hit the fan here in America, but you already knew that. The world is on fire, Trump is president, our coasts are eroding by the day and the wealth inequality gap continues to widen. This has all been such a crazy journey of ups and downs. Life is hard, but life is also what you make of it. Hopefully by now you're grabbing a few brews with the mates and camping on the beach for the night beside your truck, if not... what the **** mate? How are things? Have you become as successful as you hoped you'd be? Have you married the girl of your dreams? Not to worry, you still have plenty of time I suppose, I just hope you've gotten your act together. You truly have a lot going for you and I know that you often fail to recognize that but really, it's true. Whatever you may be doing by now - I hope it's something that you love. I hope it is something that brings you joy every **** day of your life. Money or no money, I hope you're living well. AND YOU BETTER BE GOD**** RICH AS **** SON. In life experiences, of course. AND ************* MONEY BIAAAATCH. Yes, yes, some of that would be nice too. Anyway pal, ol' buddy, my good mate self, I hope you're doing well. Love, Yourself (and love yourself)