1940s. I picked up a journal with a duck on it while on leave. didn’t think that writing about classified shit in it would get me advice from the future but here we are I guess. this is barely even the weirdest thing that’s happened to me this year, my best friend the skinny asshole joined the army and somehow got into comic books.
you’re ridiculous, god, I don’t know. buy a ticket and fly to London if things aren’t blowing up over there in the future? bang on his door?? sure letters might be slow as hell but they’re romantic.
y do it just don’t tell him about the winter soldier
this is barely even the weirdest thing that’s happened to me this year, my best friend the skinny asshole joined the army and somehow got into comic books.
you’re ridiculous, god, I don’t know.
buy a ticket and fly to London if things aren’t blowing up over there in the future? bang on his door??
sure letters might be slow as hell but they’re romantic.