6 March 2009 – Our Lawn


My roommates and I decided to play catch outside our apartment on “our lawn” in the apartment complex. I’m the only one without a glove, so I was thrown the ball once in a while… softly. Then, randomly, out of the blue, like a fish out of water, without warning, a neighbor man (probably about 30 years old or so) came out of his apartment and asked if I wanted to use his baseball glove! Woah, intense!

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