past the point of love

Jonah had his worked cut out for him at the baseball game. Sure it was an unlikely place to do business under the bleachers, but thats where everyone wanted to hang out and shoot the breeze for a couple of hours. He didn’t fear it anymore. Even if there were cops around they never really cared what they were doing down below. It was obviously a tradition by now. And Jonah just kept that smile on his face. Taking money from that one. This one. The usuals. Yeah, this was the life and he never slept at home anymore unless he had too.