A letter from Aug 21, 2022

Dear Jackson, How’s it going? How was college? Did you accomplish all you were hoping? I have big goals—nay, YOU had big goals—majoring in English and Gender Studies, going to graduate school and getting a doctorate, writing, reading, teaching others to write and read, exploring new horizons in literature, in culture. How did it all play out? You promised yourself you’d be a ****. Right now your a little less confident in the hoe lifestyle but still you hope you had some casual *** and it was super fulfilling and you (fingers crossed) didn’t get STDs. Also I hope you and Eric trip together sometime, and also you get more friends to do drugs (and other fun things) with. Back to the top though, I don’t really have concrete plans, who the heck knows what I will be doing, but I hope you figured it out and found your bearings in vanderbilt, in the world, and just in your own personal self. And hopefully your in grad school right now and your being super creative and for-realsies smart, not just, like, “I went to MHS and got a 34 on the ACT smart.” Smart like you are generating truly novel and mind shattering ideas about the implications of literature, smart like your writing fiction and poems which examine the world in ways which may yet to have happened, smart like you are offering a unique internal and external perspective which stays true to your values and characters. I just hope you get where you want to go. And I hope your loved, I hope your cherished by friends and family, I hope if you decided a more intimate relationship was your vibe that you could find that, and that any other love you seek—you find. Slay the boots down the HAUWZ, xoxo, go piss girl