A letter from November 3rd, 2016

Dear FutureMe, You're sitting in a car @ Path Mark in brooklyn trying to kill time to park your car at the house you live in owned by your father. Right now you're 29 years old but you put in your head that you are already in your early 30s. Your 29 self is feeling helpless, deserted and depressed because your mother died about 2 months ago. You've been working for a concrete inspection company, you just got done inspecting that brutal bridge K-bridge in NYC, this is such a harsh job and you've hadn't had a vacation in a year and 3 months. will not ask for your vacation yet to write the book you've been wanting to write, "Subject Scuti: And The Miracle Marijuana". Do you remember all this??? Can you laugh about it all? Your past self wants to know did you ever write it? was it successful? Your past self wants to know if you're living by yourself. Do you feel lonely? do you miss the days you were at home? As I write this now... living in my basement with a wild emotional freespirited sister, and a depressed fragile father has you feel as if your brain is in a vice. I feel like I have no responsibility. That I'm still a kid not a grown man, that I've wasted a huge chunk of my twenties at home living rent free, and I know that when I should be saving money I'm spending it on dumb stuff. Have you stopped smoking cigarettes? You've gotten on cigarette since your mother passed away, flashes of her dieing from the cancer haunts me, does it still haunt you? Righy now i have the fear that i will end up supporting my sister and niece, due to the fact that you are living with them and your sister doesn't bother having a job instead she goes to her church meetings praying for a job to fall on her lap and for Jesus to give her guidance. How does this all sounds to you now? I wish you could tell me what the lotto numbers are for tomorrow November 4th, 2016. Is Donald Trump president? Is it Hilary? How do you think America would be like if the other candidate won? Are you getting along with your sister? one of the last words your mother said to you is that you must have patience with your sister. Anyway, keep Your Head Up My Future Self, always live in the now, the now is all that we have.