last february my buddy matt stites and i flew to portland and hung out for a week. then we took a train up to seattle and hung out there too. we ended up doing acid beneath the space needle and then walked to a clown-themed bar (terrible idea by the way). when we were in portland we told everyone we were private investigators from seattle. in seattle we told everyone we were private investigators from portland. everyone believed us! it was really cool.
anyway on that trip matt said something to me that i cherish. whether he meant it as a good thing or not i have no idea: “dude. you make more dad jokes than anyone i’ve ever met in my life.”