A letter from May 18, 2023

Dear Steve or whatever you're going by, You'll get another letter like this in May but I just wanted to check in again before then. Happy birthday *****! You're finally eighteen. You are now responsible for your actions or whatever. I hope you're doing okay still. You made it! I know you always said that you'd never make it this far but you did. Way to prove yourself wrong. Eat a **** ton of cake today, maybe smoke some weed if you have it. We still haven't smoked weed (besides that ****** little joint that Delaney gave us), so like... Is it good? It would be lame if it wasn't after all the **** that I've done to try and get it (asking around a little bit). Anyways, happy birthday dude. Go like... ***** out. You're only eighteen once. :)