On the drive down to San Diego, Adam told me: "You're a taskmaster." Apparently that's a compliment. Awesome.

We're here now and sitting in my mother's kitchen. He just did something disgusting and I gave him a look. "What?"

"I'm just going to stare at you while I try to figure out if there's a date by which I can return you and get my money back."

There's no place like North County.