Sometimes it isn't.
Yesterday morning there was an interesting fellow who got on at the last stop before we hit the freeway for downtown. I'm not going to say I didn't like him or had anything against him. He entertained me. I actually like this guy because he's dope. And his cologne smells terrific.
"Dope" was the first word that came to mind when I saw him. For readers who don't know me personally, I'm an older white guy with no sense of what's in style, whether it is music or clothing. So, when this guy got on the bus, I had to revert back to the last time I watched a hip hop or rap video on MTV. Things were "funky fresh" back then. I do have Run D.M.C. on my iPod and I do remember the words to several Two Live Crew songs; just so you know I'm not completely ignorant.
When I call him dope, naturally, I mean he's cool. He probably isn't a dope. He probably is selling dope.
Yesterday was the first day I saw him, and today I had the good fortune of sitting next to him. He needs a name for reference, so we'll call him Master T. He looks like a hip hop or maybe rap recording studio guy.
Master T had it goin' on. He was wearing nice jeans, a black puffy jacket with raised (possibly embroidered) graffiti writing on the back, and a black New Orleans Saints baseball cap. I believe he had a gold chain. The cap still had the tag on it. His eyeglasses had thick, clear frames. Those still had the tag on as well.
Given the two tags hanging down on the left side of his face, he had no peripheral vision from his left eye. He had a neon green Band-Aid on his left eyebrow. I'm convinced he banged into something because he can't see from that side of his face.
I'm not sure if leaving the tag on insinuates the wearer stole the item, or if it is to show how much it costs. I can see wanting to show others the cost of that fitted cap, but prescription eyeglass frames? Does the tag reflect your co-pay?
Master T was a busy guy. He had earbuds in and was listening to some great music. His hands were going all over the place in time with the songs. He also had a dry cough, but was raised right and knew how to cover it well -- although with each cough he lunged forward dramatically. He had two cell phones and texted simultaneously with them.
He decided mid-way to Seattle it might be a good idea to phone a friend. Master T looked up the number on the right-hand phone and dialed the left. His ambidextrous skills have developed over the years to compensate for his impaired peripheral vision.
"Hey. Wayne there?"
I think this is who he was calling:
Lil Wayne is a rapper. I know this because I have seen him in magazines. I didn't take this picture. An actual photographer took it and unfortunately I can't give him/her proper credit because I got it off a Google search.
Wayne wasn't home. Certainly he was out driving his Bentley, maybe going to the tattoo parlor. He could have been recording a new single. Or perhaps he was smoking, like in the picture above. So Master T texted him and set up a rendezvous time for later.
There was an older man sitting in the sideways seats near us. I saw him look at Master T, then smile. The smile turned into a grin as he watched the younger man waving his hands rhythmically to the music. He, too, found Master T entertaining. At one point he dropped the left hand phone by my leg and I had to look out the window to stop myself from laughing.
In any case, Master T did sit next to me this morning. He was respectful of those around him, but that puffy jacket did rub my shoulder/arm more than half the bus ride. I'm going to cut him some slack, though, because he couldn't see that I was sitting there anyway.
I said Master T, not Mister T. Fool!