Dear Future Trey,
Look back on this years from now and laugh. Laugh at how we differ in our perceptions of the world. Laugh about how it mattered immensely to find somebody to love. Realize that you've become cold, but also realize that you're in control of how you live your life. Don't ever get old. Not too old, anyways. Just progressively more wise. Smack yourself on the forehead for me, because no matter what age we are, it is just in our nature to feel as though we already know everything in the world. Become a dad, and a damn good one at that. Somewhere between the "cool dad" and the guy the kids fear and respect just enough to always maintain authority. You better have published a masterpiece or I'm going to be severely disappointed. Hopefully you've kept that eternal optimism I tote with me so openly. There isn't much to complain about in life and if you play your cards right, everything usually works out. Write a book of letters back and forth from youthful Trey to an older Trey. Notice that I didn't say more mature, because I don't know if that will ever happen for sure. Think back to all of the girls who broke your heart and all those who you broke. Make sure that you apply some sort of lesson to every mistake. Make enough money to live, and spend enough to be happy. No need to hoard it, you can't take it with you when you die. Buy yourself a Porsche. Spite your old man who's wanted one his whole life, or maybe, if you're doing really well or don't give a shit about cars anymore, buy it for him. It'll make him feel young again. That's all for now. Write me back describing all the immense, prolific and painful things you come across. I'll be waiting forever.
Trey C.
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