On congratulations

I just got into Yale! (I wrote about you for one of my essays, an influential person in my life.) Meet me in four years, at the graduation ceremony of the Class of ‘15?

Thanks, Coke Talk. For everything.

Congratu-fucking-lations! Send me the essay. I wanna read that shit.

Oh, and I promise, if LA hasn’t fallen off into the Pacific by the time you graduate, hop on out to the west coast and we’ll do a glass of champagne together at Bar Marmont.

Have a fucking blast in New Haven. Really. Devour as many fascinating and brilliant motherfuckers as you possibly can. Book and Snake it up, bitch.


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