Dear Life,

I just spent a solid drunk half hour going through old photos of you with you the most adorable little Philadelphian grade schoolers a photographic lens could possibly capture. You are currently sitting around your mother's basement doing fuck-all, more then likely complaining about what life has offered you. Grow the fuck up and get back into the world and make a god damned difference.

Love,

Your future, soon to be sober, disappointed self,
Tyler