It feels like when I drive into the Trader Joe’s parking lot someone hits a switch and all of the hashbrowns disappear and everyone inside knows and is playing a trick on me because there is no way this keeps happening.

I’m made the Trader Joe’s hashbrowns apart of my identity to the point where people will send them to me when they are in stock.

Starting fresh feels weird. But I can’t wait to send some old bangers and see if they old up.