I can still remember my heart doing a 40-inch box jump and colliding with my tonsils the moment Kyle Porter sent me an out-of-the-blue DM in 2014. I should’ve been overjoyed. The owner of a big website DM’ing me was resume-worthy material for a Twitter egg. But I couldn’t help but feel that I’d (somehow, unknowingly) committed a federal crime.
His approach was simple. But it didn’t make me any