You're going to read this and freak out—but I am you, in the past. Alright, here's the deal brotification, I need $200 dollars pronto, and I know that you're probably an engineer, or something sweet like that, rolling in the dough—so send me some.
Currently, I'm a pirate, stuck in the prisons of Hilltop. In two days I leave for the high seas, once again—explaining the money. Then I go to raid Spain for some booty and rum, and then to the coasts of Southwestern.
I'm also a ninja status cowboy in training. Oh yes, I'm gonna inspire you to do something... ok ... and AP English is cool.
Sweet deal,
Finegold out
That's all in my handwriting. Not in my handwriting is:
And then in yet a different set of handwriting:
The letter was mailed from my old high school, which I graduated from in 2005. But, it was mailed on 11 June 2009.
I did not write this to myself recently. I have no idea what's going on. Who should I mail $200 to?
This will make an excellent blog post on my blog.







