Dear Dante,
Hey, dude. Yeah, I’m twice your current age and I still talk like this. Right now I know what you’re going through. You go to school and think of nothing but getting home. Then you get home and all you think about is not wanting to be there. The yelling. The fighting. The drinking. Being told that you’re an ugly kid and too skinny. I know, it sucks. But let me tell you: shit gets better.
After high school you have a string of very shitty jobs. Bear with me. You clean up bodily fluids in a hospital, work at two pet stores, sell porn for seven years, read scripts, move dead bodies, work in a mail room, and then transcribe before becoming an associate editor for one of the highest rated shows on television. Oh, and you still draw. You don’t give that up. On top of that you write for nine blogs! Yeah, blogs are like public journals sorta. And you make your own short films and podcasts. Podcasts are like your own personal radio show where you say whatever you want. I know you hate your voice but a lot of folks really like it!
