A year or so ago I met Dennis on Twitter, a place where I like to read and laugh about basketball.
This spring Dennis flew to Portland and we met in person.
We watched basketball, ate pizza, shot pool, drove past a suspicious Dali museum on our way to a backwoods casino, and debated the Power Ratings of various Portland Parks.
Being around Dennis is like hanging out with an extremely kind and well-humored search engine; he has the best answers to my incessant questions.
Anyway, he gave me a NYK toaster for my birthday.
I suspect he knew exactly how much I would love this.
I’ll spend the rest of my mornings in branded NBA luxury.
Thank you, Dennis. You are incredibly important to me. Never stop being an artist who paints with tweets.