To Pepe...

We start the camera, and you’re already moving, a blur of energy I can barely keep up with. Whether you’re throwing down a new dance routine, striking a pose that freezes the room, or cooking up the next video that’ll trend by morning, you don’t just walk through life, Pepe— you sprint through it, dragging the rest of us along in your wake. You spend half your time hyping me up, telling me I’m built for big things, and the other half absolutely roasting me, keeping my head small with those quick, relentless jokes. That’s just how we work, though. The perfect balance of a brother who pushes me forward and never lets me take myself too seriously. Pepenanzi, you’re too loud for a quiet life, and honestly, the world isn’t ready for the run you're about to go on. I know I say it between laughs and casual talk, but I’m watching you close, g. I can’t wait to see you take this whole thing over, standing right there in the front row, saying I always knew you’d go the distance.