Mr. Stumps

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.