Fuck you. Pay me.
Jon Westenberg 🌈
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Dear John, (a dear John letter, LOL)

Firstly dude, you’re still in your fucking twenties!! I realize that scholarly beard you’ve grown makes you look somewhat like a man 40 years your senior…but I truly think that counting out how many hours you may have left is hugely premature!!! You may think you’ve done a lot of living, squirt, and excuse my use of an old-fashioned anachronism, but you’re barely dry behind the ears kid!!! Wait until, like me, you’ve reached that golden milestone in your life, where the Social Security department begins sending you monthly hand-outs designed to substitute for payments you’ve received for all your life’s creativity, while the working world has “kicked you to the curb”! Then talk to us about how much time you have remaining

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