With Conrad Jacobson at Conrad's Home! (@conrcds)
"Dude, what is the point of us being neighbors if you don't have what I need in your fridge?" he groans as his eyes scan the shelves for some mayo. Dante was in the process of making the perfect sandwich with the last remnants of food in his house, adding food shopping to complete within the next few days. Now his sandwich would feel incomplete as it sat wrapped up in the paper towel on Conrad's kitchen counter. "This is a crime, Con. A true and utter crime."













