Dusk settles over Sunnyvale, a world painted in gravel dust and curling smoke. A cart wheel squeaks. A lighter sparks. Through the haze, Ricky’s grin is crooked but confident. Beside him, Julian raises his eternal rum and coke, the steady anchor in their storm. And there’s Bubbles, adjusting his thick lenses, his conscience already on high alert. The lovable screw-up, the cool-headed planner, a...
