As I sat in the backseat of my friend’s new white Honda Civic, the tops of some houses were aglow in patches of sunshine while others were under storms clouds. The cold air ushered in by the storm gracefully lifted my bangs when we turned the corner. We all looked out the passenger side window at the intersection to the parking lot of the lowrise apartment buildings, where a shirtless man in sweatpants was repeatedly flipping a water bottle as high in the air as possible. The shirtless man leaned back in exasperation each time he didn’t make the seemingly impossible clean landing. ‘What is he doing? He isn’t even recording himself- what if he lands it,’ the perplexed driver said. The passenger just looked on, transfixed.