Instead of
taking my chances in Greater Denton, I stayed close. Walking parallel to Oak Street, I
looked in the windows of the shops on the northern end of the Square.
Window-shopping is no fun when it’s just you and the knowledge that you’re
broke as fuck.
I jaywalked across Oak, back onto the courthouse grounds.
Ambling
around the place, I had the real urge to get back on the train and take my
ass home. Little money, nothing to do, what the fuck was I supposed to do until
8PM?
I set myself
down on a bench and looked around for some refuge. The comic book store and
candy store had no real place to relax. You either looked for things or got
out. There were restaurants on the west side, but again, “buy something or
GTFO.” Behind me, and next to the Mini-Mall was Jupiter House, a coffeeshop.
Another
jaywalk across Locust and I thrust open the iciness that was Jupiter House. It’s
a nice looking coffee shop. Red brick walls lined with art (for sale); WiFi;
tables to study or hang with your friend. I sat down at a middle table (of
which my equipment took up all the space) and got in touch with my friends at
UNT.
For Sale • © 2013 Eddie Sigala (Note: each of those pieces sold for $95. Like no.) |
When I had first planned the trip, I had decided to visit some friends at UNT. Using the WiFi at Jupiter House (thanks), I got in touch with them. They had a concert that night on the west side of campus. The DCTA bus stop was on the east side, and I was not walking a mile-and-a-half in the sun. Fuck that shit.
Comfortable
in the cold, I had no idea what to do. Forty miles from home with a three-hour
train ride in-between. That in mind, I decided to take advantage of being so
far from home. I gathered my stuff and said goodbye to the air-conditioned
Jupiter House after half-an-hour.
To figure my
plan of action, I went back to the bench next to the courthouse. It was in a real
shady area, and it became windy. The gods were looking down upon poor Eddie.
Forgiving Skies |
As I sat there, I noticed a guy playing his guitar not too far from me. I battled whether or not to ask for a picture for 10 minutes. At the end, I just got the balls and did it.
He was playing a smooth melody when I stumbled up to him.
“Excuse me.” He shot up.
“Is it OK if I take your picture? I was sitting over there and couldn’t help noticing you.”
“Yeah man, go ahead.”
Cody K. Portraits #3, #4, #7BW, #14
I asked him to smile, but he told me he didn't look good smiling.
Cody K. Portraits #2 & #3
Dude.
After taking a few headshots, I asked to take a DigiChrome. After explaining it (half-assed), he agreed.*
“Eddie.”
Totes deep, bro. Totes deep.
The mom immediately said “no”. The dad almost did, too, but I interjected, “They’re free!”
The mom did a 180. “Oh OK, sure!"
Family in the Park Portraits #3 & #1
Picture-perfect family guys.
Fine Arts |
(I only
finished that book recently, and John Green is just out to make you cry. And
also to make you wish you could meet a white guy, too. But that movie, coming out next week, looks annoying AF (thanks to the previews)).
At 5PM,
I walked back to Jupiter House. As I got there, I noticed a roving band of hipster retro-photographers. Literally. There was this one guy with a Polaroid camera as old as my parents.
I had decided while reading that I couldn’t justify
being in Denton three more hours. No one to see, nothing to look at, I looked
up the DCTA schedule. The next train left at 6.30, and the next bus left at
5.35.
Case in point, Cody had offered to
meet-up again later that evening, but I knew the last train left Denton at 9. I
would have gladly stayed, but the last TRE train from Union Station to
Centreport was at 9PM too. I would have been stuck in Dallas,
although thinking about it now, I could have taken a few bus connections.
After
staying too long at Jupiter House, I had to run to make the bus connection at
Locust and Hickory. A short ride to the DDTC, it was an hour wait before the
train arrived from Carrollton.
As the train
headed south, it made me think of how much I’ve
never seen in this Rhode Island-sized metropolis. The sun was finally setting,
and the day was ending. “And in that moment, I swear [I was] infinite.”
Just kidding. It was a great sight,
though.
In Part IV, a long
layover, a cop-stop, and a ride with an Indian woman.
* The DigiChrome didn't come out any differently than the other color images, so I decided to omit it.
** I was 19 when this happened, so I was old enough for that cigarette in case you were wondering.