Due to the fact that I work near several parks, benches are in a heavy abundance. There are nice benches, shitty benches, and benches covered that are covered shit (stark difference).
Where am I going with this you ask? Oh, I am about to take it there like Sean Kingston. I sleep on a park bench during my lunch hour. Gasp!! No, I am not on my bum shit, like the fellow in the picture above, but I do get like 34 minutes undisturbed. I bring a relatively intelligent looking book (usually about the economy or world events) whilst wearing a hoody. Stay with me here. The hoody drapes over my face when I slump my head down to (you guessed it!) cover my eyes.
Chill out when you see that old, smelly, decrepit man lying on the bench. He's getting it in. I respect that. Hopefully, if all goes well, I can remedy the problem of being tired during lunch breaks following my time in Southern Cal....
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