A letter from Jan 11th, 2022

Dear CC, If you're reading this you've successfully survived 3 years, congratulations superstar, you didn't croak! You know how weird time is, you could think for a second, and blink back to me writing this, albeit with a bunch of moth holes in your memory. How's it up there in the future? Did you get floating hoverboards, lazer ****, a sense of keen purpose, and happyness? Prolly not but it's always nice to speculate and guess. Wait, lemme try to divine your situation, you're either going to a mediocre college or you've made it, diamond hands and tenders and that pretty stupid language to go along with it. Congratulations on success superstar. If you achieved neither, my condolences you dunce head. Look, it's a bit sappy, the child is the father to the man, and I hope I've been the best I could've been, even if that doesn't amount to much. You'll prolly hate me, or acknowledge that all I've done is in the past and that I'm some begrudging progenitor you'd have to deal with. Dude, I'm proud of you, you lasted so unbelievably long, and even if you didn't, you at least got out there and done some living, and what's life but to live? Aside from that I kinda want you to think back and to see what's changed, it's not directly better or worse. Alright, I'm pretty bored so I'm leaving, hopefully, you found this pretty funny, or interesting sayonara