We made eye contact, I kind of pointed up and he saw me streaking down the sideline, so he threw up there. It was nice. It was pretty sweet.

[Wells threw] less than a sideline.

People simply don't make eye contact anymore.

You turned your head to the side. Faced me. Your eyes never left mine, I read them with ease. You said nothing to them, yet everything to me. I nodded.
But only when no one was watching.

If there isn't at least the threat of violence in art, it tends to be kind of tiresome.

Making eye contact with adults while dressed as a clown is risky.