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I want to tell 16 year old me to chill the fuck out. Fondle some legs. Drink some beer.
Don't smoke weed though because all of your guilt and regret will hone in on the top of your brain with the pinpoint devastation of a laser, making all the more apparent your loneliness
as you sit stranded on stools, thinking about your life.

If I were to talk to 16 me I'd let him know what game to spit, what girls to talk to, what medusas who make him stone-cold to the core to avoid because he doesn't really believe in bros before hoes you know. If a girl has your tongue tripping over itself she's not the one you're looking for homes, I'd say as I'd pat his shoulder and flash him a smile. I'd talk to him with an irreverence reverberant of grandparents he never had.

I'd tell him to buy clothing with better material because he's going to go through a lot and shit rips easily, man.