Hey, Jon.
Young Jon,
Jon from three decades back.
This is Big Jon
from the future
reaching out to tell you
just a few things.

She would’ve kissed you.
You could’ve made the effort.
There was no reason to be so scared
or worried or anxious
when, even if she didn’t kiss you
it wouldn’t have been so bad.
Your life would’ve gone on
in the regular, anyway.
But she would have.
I can tell you that one for free.

I wish you submitted more.
Had you let the world know
you wanted to be a creative,
that you had things you wanted to say
to write or sing,
had you only tried,
the world could have made room for you.
You could’ve been known.
If you applied yourself in high school,
it might have felt like a drop in a lake,
but imagine the ripples.
I wish you hadn’t waited
until so very late.

You are capable of so much more
than you think you are.
Trust me:
the sooner you try
the sooner you’ll see
how often you can succeed.

Fucking with authority
like you like do
becomes habitual
and it really really hurts.
It gets you smacked down
rapid fire with incredible frequency
and if you do it too often
you’ll find yourself in fights
you don’t even believe in.

Don’t sleep on Mr. Mister.
They really are an excellent band
and their comeback
when it arrives
is gonna be amazing!

Also: invest in bomb shelter commodities.
Can’t explain just yet.
OK, gotta go.
Bye!