Dear Jaime,
Cut. The. Hair. The afro looks so fucking weird. You're never going to get chicks with it, I don't care how cool you think it looks. You'll thank me later. Putting the trumpet down for the bass was a pretty good idea too. You've got all these kids screaming your name every night. You've changed lives, Jaime.
I'm not gonna say it's smooth sailing to get to where we are now. No, you're going to go through a lot of shit that I could smack you for. You're going to be scared, lonely, and fear being a loner for your life. Some assholes are gonna come around and offer you what seems like a brilliant idea, and you're going to be stupid enough to accept.
There's a little bit of blood on your hands now. But it's okay. Convince yourself you did the community a favor and it'll get easier to live with every day. The looks you get around town will slowly die out. That's not all. You're going to meet the most beautiful girl you've ever seen in your life and fall in love.
Things are going to go well for about a year before turning sour. She'll tear your heart and stomp it out. You're gonna be depressed, you're going to turn to alcohol. You're going to lie about being straight edge. You're going to get over it. You're going to forgive her and be friends with her.
Things aren't exactly great yet. You still feel like that lonely little kid you were in high school. But you've got the best friends you could hope for and the best job in the world. So just breathe. You can do this.
P.S, the afro, man. Really. Ask mom how to straighten your hair.
-Young $wag £ord THE IV