Old-man Jerry
“If you want to sit here that’s $2.” “What? That’s insane! You cannot charge people to sit on a bench.” “I think you should leave now.” “No! This is a public camp ground. You cannot make me leave” Jerry pulls out his gun and holds it into his face. “I said. You should leave. Now!” Jerry is an old man. A crazy, lonely, old man who lives by his own rules. A social outcast who declared himself the owner of a public resting area along the Colorado Trail. Jerry is a broken man. He has been a social outcast for quite a while and almost half a year ago he came to the conclusion just to stay here. He put down his tent and never left. His hair slowly turns grey and his beard seems to grow endlessly. He gave up all modern technology. He takes his grey van to go to the nearby town to buy essentials, everything else he scabs from hikers coming by or he hunts it himself. He’s started growing some tomatoes but without any success. “Every day between 6 and 7 pm these chairs and benches are r...