A letter from December 11th, 2011

hey man its you from december 11th 2011. You better be doing some cool shit right now and off this blasted country plowing some gorgeous tighty or im gonna be fucking pissed. Right now im stoned in the basement room of that house with the scotties, remember them? or are you still living with them 7 years later? I hope not. Im still an apps cook and working the store. havent met too many people yet so its still pretty lonely and whatnot. passing time via the green and work just waiting for new years to come. anyways best of luck, you from your previous life