✍ Scribed by McKinney, Matt
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Dear Squirrel, my little brother, Growing up sucks. So in February of 2012 — amidst a tumult of mania and spiraling depression — I decided to begin writing these letters to you, the lessons I learned as I transitioned from young adulthood to manhood (or something akin to manhood cause Heaven knows I'm still about as emotionally mature as a baby T-Rex). In them I give you all my hilarious stories and honest advice. The plane flight sitting beside our dead grandfather’s corpse. My first online dating profiles and the fellow ugly, broke misfits I met along the way. My manic fear of STDs, sexting, and severe oral pain. In these letters, I’ve laid my life shamelessly bare for you to see. I apologize in advance if they don’t actually contain any useful tools to maturing. I kind of discovered that they were less about advice for your future and more about the painful awkwardness of my na?ve misadventures and the eccentricities of my own imagination. They took on a life of their own, not only as retrospective entertainment for you as my sibling, but also as my own introspective meditation. I’m vain and egocentric. So sue me. I love you always, Matt, your big brother
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