Sex in a Train Yard

I’ve been enjoying wandering around my town, peaking over and under bridges. Know your city.

I’ve been enjoying wandering around my town, peaking over and under bridges. Know your city.

At first I heard yelling behind me as I teetered on a railroad overpass taking long night exposures of graffiti on a train. I knew college security was in the parking lot to my back and immediately formed an exit strategy. Then I heard it again. Loud, syncopated curse words. FUCK…..god DAMNit…BITCH. I turned to see a dark form staggering up the sidewalk below, head down. I curled my conspicuous, looming form into a less recognizable shape, and listened and watched as he passed. Drunk? Crazy? Doesn’t matter. Interesting. He kept muttering about a problem he was trying to solve. 

At first I heard yelling behind me as I teetered on a railroad overpass taking long night exposures of graffiti on a train. I knew college security was in the parking lot to my back and immediately formed an exit strategy. Then I heard it again. Loud, syncopated curse words. FUCK…..god DAMNit…BITCH. I turned to see a dark form staggering up the sidewalk below, head down. I curled my conspicuous, looming form into a less recognizable shape, and listened and watched as he passed. Drunk? Crazy? Doesn’t matter. Interesting. He kept muttering about a problem he was trying to solve.