R.I.P. Wooden Jungle Bench

I miss this thing so much. It made smoke breaks at tower seem so magical, especially because it was hidden in the secret jungle by the intersection.

We've had many smoke great cigs together, and you, Benchy, will forever live in my heart. Not as the broken down mass of rotted wood that you became, not even as a wobbly, slanted half-bench held up by brick slabs. But whole, and beautiful as you once were. There's angels smoking on you now.