A letter from December 5th, 2020

Hey FutureButtHole, Happy 30th......or sixth 25th birthday. Gosh, I hope it's the former. Otherwise, you're pathetic...jk, jk!! Nothing wrong with preservation of youth, only I wish I've age like fine wine and enjoyed the ride. Speaking of which... Let me go to the 7-Eleven across the boulevard to pick up a can of Lime-a-rita real quick. I realize the best letters are written during inebriation, so please allow me to get intoxicated on your account, to ensure that you receive the best letter you possibly can on your birthday. You're welcome, Butt Clown. The apartment is a mess, as it's always been, and so are the rights that come along with it because Glory's taking forever with the home ownership letter. Well, screw her because she sucks. Remember when we blocked her the week after her birthday this year? Well, good riddance, because I was finally able to get everything off my chest. ...well, she probably has kids now, and they're beautiful, aren't they? Is she still with the Florida boy who's the same age as me? Did you ever move out? Do you have your own room now? I've always wanted to live in Manhattan or Brooklyn, where there's either a bar or a 24/7 bodega around the corner. More than anything else, I wish this would be a reality because achieving this would mean I've achieved most other things– financial security, secure relationship with Mom, some confidence. Pleasepleaseplease let this be the case. Have you found love? Remember when we tried that dating app in the winter of 2017? That was so fun, getting treated to drinks and dinners and trying new things because we got skinny from that time we went to Europe the summer before. Do you still think about these things? I was - still am - worried about boy problems. Who knew boy problems - no, not man problems - would seep into our lives well past adolescence? Believe me, we are worthy of love. Are you happier than you were in 2019, when you thought you were trash because all your friends left you? It's okay, because in 2020, we learned to not take these things personally, and I'm almost near certain we'll never go back down to such thinking. I love you, and you love me. As certain as the rising sun, this must be true because who else do we have to rely on for the entirety of our lives? I hope Mom is still with you, and so is DaBaBa. As for your career... Do you love what you do? Are you someone important? Are you making an impact on other people's lives? No matter what, I love you dearly and I'm proud of you no matter what happens. I'm proud of how much work you've done and how much you've tried. I know it hasn't been easy. While I'm chasing after you and growing into you, please know that I'm always in the back, supporting and pushing you, whether you like it or not because we need to live and keep moving forward and growing. I've only started to learn how to love myself - you - and don't you ever take this for granted. I love you so, so much. Don't forget that, Butt Head. With Love, The Other Butt Head