The Bench

The Lonesome Lady

2009-06-08T14:43:00.002-05:00

This lonely lass found a peace of mind if only for a brief second as she took a load off and rested on the bench. She was waiting for the bus, sadly when it began to storm. Needless to say, she was wearing all white.....

The Lance Armstrong Cowboy

2009-06-04T15:10:00.002-05:00

A week ago, this two wheelin' ten gallon wearin' cowboy wobbled his boots over to the bench. He was very unsteady to put in nicest terms. Almost crashing into two cars, he decided to pull over to the resting perch. The cowboy was not done giving the town folks a show, he then pulled out a white powedery substance and snorted this suspicious substanced nasally. Perhaps, this helped him on the open range.

The Ol' Blue Man

2009-06-04T14:58:00.001-05:00

This geriatric gentleman found a rest area today on the bench. He took in the scenery, and observed for a good half hour. He then proceeded to find a lavatory on the building next door. Lesson learned; " When you gotta go, you gotta go!". Point in case.

The Fellas

2009-05-13T11:47:00.004-05:00

Springtime has arrived in the neighborhood, which is a delight for Bench observers alike. The south winds are stirring, therefore bringing hoodlums, carnies, and addicts alike. This is truly an exciting time for all of us. These two bosom buddies were seen traipsing the hood, most likely looking for someone or some substance. After three hours, no luck. The two amigos decided to throw in the towel, take a seat, and enjoy the spring day.

The Broken Vehicle

2009-02-17T15:32:00.002-06:00

Its has been sometime, a very long while; since anyone or anything interesting has dared to wake The Bench from it's winter hibernation. Until now that is..... Watching the cars race by, one unsuspecting abomination occurred. The wheel to this vehicle went flying off as it was speeding at about 42 mph! As everything conspired, the driver then went searching for her tire, and hub cap; which coincidentally a shady monger found across the street about 30 feet away. All in all, this exciting and unexpected incident was well deserved, since there has been no action in a couple months!

The Smack Addict

2008-11-25T14:24:00.003-06:00

Today, i saw a familiar face park on a familiar seat. This is a woman that I see quite often, meandering down this bustling street. Always, she has a duffel bag with her, presumably with her most valuable possessions. Today, this nomad lady found a resting area on the Bench! She even opted to let resting area babysit her bags full of belongings, for some time. While out, I can only make assumptions that she was on a drug run, for some smack: boom : pow, or whatever those crazy kids call it these days. After her return she was enjoying what she ventured out for. . . . a euphoric drug induced haze. Ah, such is the life of a smack addicted drug nomad lady.

The Mysterious Meeting

2008-10-23T14:10:00.003-05:00

These two undercover delinquents, had a meeting at our favorite traveler's rest. They started the salutation off by smoking a suspicious looking swisher sweet, passing it back and forth. At the end of the business transaction, the dude in the jeans scrounged around in his briefcase ( hanging from his bike handle) and passed off a baggie, with no doubt containing a V.I.P. business related substance. Nothing like doing business in the fresh air!

The Cleaner

2008-10-22T13:38:00.004-05:00

Despite being in the pubic eye, the bench is seemingly undetectable. People seem to pass by this loner niche without a glance. On that note, it was good to see a person manicuring the surrounding area of this otherwise inconspicuous seat! Perhaps we will witness increased action with the beautifying.

The Umbrella Man

2008-10-21T10:30:00.003-05:00

Yesterday was dreary, and ominous. Not a soul dared to acclimate themselves on the bench. Mostly due to the weather presumably. This was about as much activity that the desolate rest saw today, a passer by armed with appropriate gear.

The Drinker

2008-10-20T13:27:00.002-05:00

This man sauntered on over to the bench on a Monday morning around 10 am. Very content to chill and watch the world go by, all the while concentrating on his drink in a suspicious black plastic bag. By 10:30 am, he was passed out.

2008-10-20T13:25:00.000-05:00

This is the story of a lonely bench, in a shifty hood. Become acquainted with the eclectic drifters that take a seat on this homely perch.