A letter from November 8th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, By now we should be 19. You can drink alcohol. Tell me, did you get drunk on our 18th? What university did you end up going to? I remember well... I still want to become a vet, an equine vet to be exact. Or a professional showjumper. Or a mounted police officer. Or a fashion designer. Then if we had no options, I decided being a stripper would be a good last resort. Hey, it is high pay. Anyways... I wonder if we kept I vou to remain independant because these boys ain't ****. OH! And how did that pandemic go? -Us, from 2020.