Our neighborhood Farmer's Market opened for the season and all the homies turned out. It felt like Santa Cruz in the sense that it was hard to get any actual shopping accomplished because every few feet another familiar face would appear.

Attending this market made me nostalgic for Adam's company. It was a weekly event we enjoyed. With his food stamp tokens he would treat me to a wheat-free muffin. I miss his barely concealed irritation with the musical acts and small portions.