Dear Professor,
Okay let me just gloss over how this went down because It's been a while and it still bugs me. I get a letter, I show up, I get an egg. Fair enough, I really don't know what I should have been expecting and if anything I suppose I should have just been glad it wasn't some kind of trick to get me for a freebie contract of some sort given the fact I had to boat then truck my own sorry a** out to that office. But that's another deal and really you guys should invest in a map or at least an escort because roads can be dang confusing and outright annoying when you don't have a normal pokemon to protect yourself with. Repel isn't always going to work on a horde of zubats you know?

Seriously- Get some greeters and escorts or at least give a good map and warn a guy about that trip. It was kind of a mood kill looking back on it. You want to give us these eggs well I'd bet you'd get more takers if ya made it dang easier to just get to em.

Okay, my grievances aside I have to say, the life of egg and I has been pretty.. interesting thus far. I mean it's an egg. It wiggles time to time, is warm.. it doesn't do much. An egg is an egg is an egg. Why I got picked is still a bit of mystery beyond me but hey, I'm willing to try anything once, especially if it will help my image and get me the spots and roles I've been dreaming of to star in. Plus a cute baby pokemon does help woo the ladies. Or at least let me not look like a creep when I have to meet someone somewhere where there are a lot of trainers. It's also been interesting to be mistaken as a trainer these days. Everyone assumes because I have an egg, naturally, I have other pokemon.

There is something about having some kid run up to me to start talking about his top percentage ratatata or some s**t that's just so out of my usual zone of understanding. Still, it's been kind of fun? Everyone with pokemon has got that sort of passion about them, something I never really noticed before I guess. I didn't have one, as weird as that sounds. All my tattoos came as suggestions. I just used pokemon as props for photo shoots for a few hours, then that was it. Now it's like.. I don't want to just hand off this egg. It's mine now, my responsibility. It's also made me all worried if I'll be a s**t trainer.

So far, no one is saying I will be but this is kind of crazy. I mean, you trusted me with this egg and frankly I dunno what it all means here, but I guess I owe you a thanks. I never really wanted a pokemon but being trusted with this thing? It's kind of nice. A shift in what I'd normally do.

Thanks if for reasons I kind of suck putting to words-
Marcus Hassan