Renegade: At eight a.m. someone poison's the coffee. Do not drink the coffee. More instructions will follow. Cordially, Future Renegade.
Dear Future Me; I'm going to kill myself one of these days just to fuck you over and make you not exist anymore. I hope you enjoy life with that realization. Lots of love: Past Me
Dear FutureMe, My bad for forgetting my own birthday. It was 12 in the morning and I was hella tired. Well you should be 19 by now so hopefully you have a car and a girlfriend. Mostly the car though. It sucks having to have our parents or friends drive me. You also don't know how much of a bitch it is going places and them asking for an ID which I don't have. You're a lucky bastard and you better appreciate that ID you have. Lots of love: Past Me PS: By the way, when you hit 21 before me can you buy me some beer?
Dear Shades, if my calculations are correct you will receive this letter immediately after you saw the DeLorean struck by lightning. First, let me assure you that I am alive and well. I've been living happily these past 8 months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt that hit the DeLorean caused a gigawatt overload which scrambled the time circuits, activated the flux capacitor, and sent me back to 1885. The overload shorted out the time circuits and destroyed the flying circuits. Unfortunately, the car will never fly again. I set myself up as a blacksmith as a front while I attempted to repair the damage to the time circuits. Unfortunately, this proved impossible because suitable replacement parts will not be invented until 1947. However, I've gotten quite adept at shoeing horses and fixing wagons. I have buried the DeLorean in the abandoned Delgado Mine, adjacent to the Old Boot Hill cemetery, as shown on the enclosed map. Hopefully, it should remain undisturbed and preserved until you uncover it in 1955. Inside you will find repair instructions. My 2015 counterpart should have no problem repairing it so that you can drive it back to the future. Once you have returned to 2009, destroy the time machine. Do not, I repeat, do not attempt to come back here to get me. I am perfectly happy living in the fresh air and the wide-open spaces, and I fear that unnecessary time travel only risks further disruption of the space-time continuum. And please take care of Einstein for me. I know that you will give him a good home. Remember to walk him twice a day, and that he only likes canned dog food. These are my wishes; please respect them and follow them. And so Marty, I now say farewell and wish you Godspeed. You've been a good, kind, and loyal friend to me. You've made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship and think on you with fond memories, warm feelings, and a special place in my heart. Your friend in time, Shades. September 1st, 1885.
Dear Future me, Pants. Wear them. Keep ahold of the girl you're with and love. When you marry her, wear pants. Good luck.
Dear Future Me: I need to know man..... for my upcoming birthday..... is the cake a lie? From, Past Me
