At Market Street Station, a fat, drunk, white man has passed out on one of the circular cement benches. A cop and an RTD guy stand over him, calling for detox. The cop coaxes the guy to sit up. Sitting behind him, I can see his butt crack.
The bus is late. I wander around the schedulekiosk, straightening.
A man and a woman from Denver Health Medical Center appear. The man confronts the drunk, raising his voice to him about a knife. He tells the drunk he is intoxicated, and the drunk replies, “I am not.” The other man says he would have to disagree. The woman also asks the guy about a knife. They make him stand up and walk him off. The cop packs up his bag and jacket.
Overpass: The busskirts the well-lit skate park,
too close, low railing.
A very stark slice of reality, Beth.
Bernard,
it was sort of surreal. This guy was sprawled on his back on this big cement bench, didn’t really seem to be bothering anyone, but who knows what would have happened when he sobered up enough to wake up.
It reminds me of the time I was driving through downtown Denver and saw a man lying (sleeping?) near the street. I called the police so that someone could come pick him up. I believe that was wintertime too, but the second man was outside, so he could have frozen to death.
I hate when people wake me up from my afternoon drinking naps!
Lol.
But do you generally take them at the bus station?