Dude, by the time you're reading this, I'll be long gone... and graduation has already passed. Don't be discouraged though if you haven't graduated. But I'm not interested in talking to you. I want to talk to the man that we've become, the man who has a career (run naked if you still don't have a job) and probably a family of his own. Future Patrick, wherever you are right now, I salute you. You've gone through the things that life threw at you (and survived 2012).
Whoever you are right now, I'm sure you've become that person because you followed your heart. However, I want you to remember things about who you were, in case you forgot. Remember that you were amused by the simplest of things, like a dog running in the campus or a bird fighting a praying mantis. Remember that you went through different styles of hair; if you're sporting an afro or dreads right now, good job. I hope that you still have an alright taste in music; although pop-punk doesn't suit you anymore dude. I'm sure by now, you've grown out of your rebellious phase; if not, that's probably my fault. Don't forget about your dreams and your bucket list. If you ever have the chance, do business on the pope's toilet seat. Before you die, change all your money to the lowest denomination possible, put it in a treasure chest, bury it, then let your children find it.
Never forgot about your family and friends; and the awesome memories you've shared with them.
Lastly, I hope you're not a politician. Seriously.
P.S. Send me a 3210
Whoever you are right now, I'm sure you've become that person because you followed your heart. However, I want you to remember things about who you were, in case you forgot. Remember that you were amused by the simplest of things, like a dog running in the campus or a bird fighting a praying mantis. Remember that you went through different styles of hair; if you're sporting an afro or dreads right now, good job. I hope that you still have an alright taste in music; although pop-punk doesn't suit you anymore dude. I'm sure by now, you've grown out of your rebellious phase; if not, that's probably my fault. Don't forget about your dreams and your bucket list. If you ever have the chance, do business on the pope's toilet seat. Before you die, change all your money to the lowest denomination possible, put it in a treasure chest, bury it, then let your children find it.
Never forgot about your family and friends; and the awesome memories you've shared with them.
Lastly, I hope you're not a politician. Seriously.
P.S. Send me a 3210
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