Tim sat on the bench outside the grocery store, his bicycle beside him held a plastic bag with a few items in the basket. He started chatting immediately to those passing by or stopping a moment to rest on the bench.
He stated that he was waiting for his brother, Duane, who was on his bicycle and should be there any moment. Then he bummed a cigarette and continued to talk about the homeless camps he knew of and where they were. It was interesting to listen to him talk about the area, the people and how he felt about the attitudes of some of the people he came across in his daily travels. I gave him a cigarette and walked over to the bus stop to catch my ride home.
Within a few minutes, Tim rode his bicycle over to the bus stop and angrily announced back to the store, no person in particular, that he ‘will remember them’. Ranted on about how he was told by management that he could not sit there on the bench and had to move along. So he cursed the person who gave him that news, bummed another cigarette and lit it. I told him that I didn’t mind, but that I can not give him more. He told me thank you and made more small talk, started looking around and said, “that looks like his bike”.
The bus was coming about this time and he ‘saw’ his brother over in the parking lot and rode off to meet up with him, riding across the parking lot and never looking back. I looked to try and see his brother, but lost sight of them as I got on the bus and headed home.
I sure hope I meet up with him again and hope to have my camera with me. Even if not, I found a place to explore and see some people who might be interested in having me write about them.