Letters: Day Fourteen

Dear John T,

I remember hanging out with people like you. Like ten years ago. It seemed kinda fun and cool. Ten years ago.

But don't you reach an age where you say "Dude. I look retarded," and give up?

I had my days where I wished like I could move like those girls or incorporate karate into my break dancing--or even break dance at all! But never-ever-never would I think this was entertainment:

(Skip to about 2:40 for the mind-blowing awesomeness!)

I'd let you have fun if I thought what you were doing was fun!

Heart,
Aunt Bee