I was going to call this one “Moonlight,” but the moon doesn’t appear in the sky (even though it’s overhead) and, OK, YEAH, it would have been a bit Google-gamey given that’s all anyone’s going to talk about today.
That line about only ever being under the bleachers: Another one pulled from the real-life Pj playbook. When I was in high school and, um, avoiding participating in gym glass, I’d sneak off under the bleachers at the football stadium, usually to smoke and talk music with other degenerates like Frank Beaton. I think the only time I was on the top side of the bleachers was for our senior class photo.*
*This is apparently a false memory, because I just scanned the dumb class photo and I don’t appear to be in it. What the hell?