This is the guy that lives down the street from me.
Every morning he sits on this little stool he has made out of a stump and piece of round plywood.
Sometimes I see him drinking beer in the morning at the corner store.
Most of the times I see him staring at the high school and middle schoolers who are waiting for the bus.
Sometimes he is missing when I drive by, and I think that stump looks really lonely.
Mrs. Wilkin's school of awkward Ballerinas was never considered to be the best, but she took pride in knowing at least they showed up to class dressed appropriately.