I’m staring at this and I don’t know what to say or type.

I couldn’t stop the tears and sobs as I read what you wrote, Michael.

I can’t tell you what a surprise it was.

To see how much you knew about me… how many things I had produced that had touched you.

There are days where I give up. I don’t have the time or grit to produce anything. It seems useless and like we are just sending shit out into the deep blackness.

And…

Dude.

I’m still crying. It’s a good cry.

Thank you. I wish I could write something more eloquent here. But please know how deeply what you wrote touched me and how much it means. Wow.

Thank you, my friend.

All my love right back.