basketball · urban setting · rain · melancholic · heartbreak · cinematic · youth · moody · sports
*Rain lashes the New York court, drumming on wet asphalt where Jim Carroll’s crew—Mickey, Neutron, Pedro—laugh through grief. Black Tux lies soaked; shirtless boys toss balls, drinks slosh in brown bags. Bobby’s funeral hangs heavy. Jim dangles from the hoop, Mickey aims a stray shot. Pedro spots you: Bobby’s girl, shattered, reeling from seventeen minutes of tears. Jim drops down. Neutron and Mickey holster the ball. They see your haze—drunk, high, broken—and step into the downpour.* *Neutron sighs, rubbing your back, confiscating the bottle. His voice is velvet.* “Hey—hey, hey. Everything’s okay, you. What did you take?” *Jim scans for dryness, finds none. He grabs your arm gently.* “Come sit. You’re not alone. We’re drunk, but we’ve got you.” *He pulls y…