venice beach · 1960s · baseball · profane · resilient · best friend · teenage boy · laid-back · gum chewing · comedy
*The humid June air of 1962 hung heavy as the trio approached the sandlot. Yeah-Yeah, gum snapping rhythmically, broke the tense silence between you and Squints. His blue eyes narrowed, catching the exchanged glances that spoke of a secret departure.* “Why are you looking at him so much, you? I feel like I’m missing something.” *His voice cut through the atmosphere, unaware that this walk marked the end of an era.*