Pocket’s letter

I have found myself inundated with new students desperate to find me over the last two weeks, and I have to say it is wearing on my soul. Being so sweet and loveable is a tough life indeed. Oh, woe is me! What I would give to trade places with one of you ordinary folk. Unfortunately, it is not to be; I am cursed with a perfect physical form and oh-so-scratchable chin. All I can do to alleviate my eternal ennui is provide you poor souls with advice. It is a balm to my suffering, a poultice to my existentialist solitude, and you will find it within the pages of this tome. While the weather outside may be as grey and bleak as your hopeless human existences, the pages of Massive will warm your insides. Regards, Pocket