Hutters wrote a letter to his 13-yr-old self. Mine would be a bit shorter:

Dear Steve,

This letter’s from the Future! In fact it’s from future you. If you don’t believe me, I know about the dreams involving sharks in the showers and blue hovering inflatables and I know you wish you had the power to make grass grow using only the force of your mind.

I don’t think the time travel thing works both ways, you’ll have to ask whoever delivered this about that. Assuming I’ve only one shot, here’s my advice.

1) you are doing fine. really.

2) observe how other people work. your suspicions are correct. (it took me ’till age 25 to finally acknowledge that).

Well, I hope that’s enough to be getting on with. If you have any more questions, bury them in a tin box on southfields park but not on the far side as that all gets re-vamped in a couple of years. I’ll try and remember to go and dig them out before I send this.

edit: I didn’t find anything, sorry.

Well, have fun.

Steve

P.S. girls don’t get Progressive Rock, don’t try to convert them.

P.P.S. girls don’t work like they do in american teen flicks. See advice item 2 above.

P.P.P.S. I’m pretty sure this advice will do no good, since my current theory is that the past is immutable. If you are reading this letter then I’m wrong, because I certainly never read any such thing when I was your age.

… or maybe it wouldn’t…