30 Day Letter Challenge

Day Twenty One: The Judge.

First off, I'd like to start off this letter by saying HAH! Day Twenty One (Twenty One Pilots, obviously) and The Judge (You know, their song in the Blurryface album. If you're not a true fan, get the f*ck out now.) Okay, on with the letter.

Dear Issac T.,

I judged you on your first day of school. And now you know why I kept quizzing you on random shit that day to make you feel stupid and why I was so cold to you. I actually thought that you were those wannabe Chinese gangster kids that I hated. Boy was I wrong. Fast forward a week from that day, you ended up being the closest person to me in school. Continue fast forwarding to present day today where we will asses my wrong judgement.

Let's see, a gangster is a person who gets angry over petty shit just for attention, loves getting into fights, treats other people like shit, and loves showing off. Comparing you and a gangster now. You never got angry whenever I went into your dorm room at 7A.M. to wake you up, take in mind that you could have slept in till 8 or 10 but nope, you just sucked it up, woke up, and hanged out with me until I had to go for my class then you'd go back to bed. You never got into any fights, heck you never even raised your voice before. You truly are enlightened, as you would always say. And you have never been a show off in any aspect of your life.

We haven't seen each other since I left, which is around eight months now? We talked a little on Facebook the other day about how we fooked up our finals and where we were going to study. I also saw a picture of you and your cousins celebrating Chinese New Year on there, looks like you haven't cut off your Chinese Jesus hair yet. Aruwin wants to hang out soon, I think before I leave. I'll see you then then.

From: Eugene.

To: Isaak the soon-to-be 80 year-old enlightened, virgin wizard.