pootopia

umm.

hi.

um. This probably isn’t going to make much sense to you, but I’m pretty sure I just woke up from what must have been a dream.

In this dream I was traipsing along Houston street with a couple of loved ones and we was just talking and laughing as good friends do. I began to feel good about myself. I began to feel so good about myself that as we hooked a left on Elizabeth st, I heard some voices in my head chanting “poogene! poogene! poogene!” I turned to my friends and was like, “do you hear that? do you hear the glorious narcissistic voices in my head too?”

my friend then opens up these enormous gates that swing wide open into an enchanted kingdom whereupon I encountered a sea of beautiful people that look like poogene with hair almost as good as poogene and they’re all chanting “poogene!” (lil’ self-indulge I know, but it’s my dream.)

The first thing that came to my mind was, “holy shit. taco’s. I’m starving”

but you guys wanna know what the second thing that came to my mind was?

I looked across the poogene sea and upon closer inspection I saw that inside of each “poogene with hair almost as good as poogene” was you all. and that there is what it is. If there’s any special sauce I am bringin to the table, it’s because of you guys. If I seem to be dancing on sunshine whenever you’re around, please understand that it’s because you’re around. It’s all this beautiful magical cycle that I refuse to take credit for because if I happen to light up a room by chance, it’s a direct cause and effect of how you make me feel. It’s very important that you know this. It’s going to be on the exam. So dig it-

I just love you so fucking much is all.

So when I saw you as all as poogene last night, it all made sense because what I really saw is that it’s all of you that make me who I am.

I’m so incredibly fortunate to have you all in my life and I don’t understand how it happened, but I promise to never take it for granted and I pray that it never stops.

thank you family. so much

eugene the poogene

ps- I ran to the bathroom, - and this is the strangest part of the whole dream. there were no mirrors… just so you know. if this was truly my dream. there would be mirrors.

Please don’t reply to this email. I’m still digesting.