Dear Future Maddox
Dear Me, 20 Years From Now,
Alright, mate. Let’s get right down to it. I don’t even really want to think about what I’ll be like 20 years from now. I’ll be almost 51 years old and I don’t want to imagine you still hitting on women on this damn Site and getting drunk all the time. You need to get your shit together and stop messing around. I think you know exactly what I mean.
You need love in your life. I’m not even talking about romantic love. Yeah, you have been putting it off ever since Ashley, and that’s completely terrible. Worse than that, you’ve been pushing everyone who could ever love you away. Even Mason. So, when you read this, the first thing you should do is apologize to him for being a bad brother and take him out for a nice glass of scotch. You know the one.Â
If you haven’t already found the one, I hope you finally let your guard down and find someone soon. Mason probably already has a wife and two or five kids by now -- apologize to him again for me being a cocky prick and assuming he’d want five kids -- because he lets people into his heart. I don’t want you to grow up without that. I know, deep down, that’s something that you want. Don’t give up on your heart. There’s someone out there for you.
Best and go have a drink on me, your cocky younger half,
Maddox Dickens









