Okay, look, I know what you're thinking. Letters to Macy is probably some super sappy, tear-jerking story
about a guy who writes letters to his girlfriend who died from cancer or maybe his long-lost first love. But
that's not what this is at all, okay? Maybe you want it to be super heartfelt, and that's okay, but this is not
an emotional story about How We Found Each Other. It's literally just a story about how I destroy
everything all the time. It's definitely sad, but more sad in the sense that you're watching a little kid play
basketball who is just way worse than everyone else. I just want you to have realistic expectations before
cracking this book open. If you choose to read it still, that's on you.
Sincerely,
Mo
About the Author
Luke A. Robbins cares a lot about a few things: his cat, the Indianapolis Colts, listening to and hopefully
one day creating his own music, and drinking beer (responsibly). He currently resides in Franklin,
Indiana, (with aforementioned cat) and spends much of his free time trying to create, whether it be
through song, words, or food.