Last night...

Back on the 92! On the way to Adams Morgan, anyway. I waited for about 15 minutes at a bus stop with four teenage thug boys who were, ahem, getting crunk, I believe. One of them couldn't have been any older than 16... he starts throwin' these hardcore rhymes my way, and looking me intensely in the eye. Some that I was able to capture:

"I been lyin in this coffin since befo' I got to coughin."
"You may not believe me cuz I be sippin (boy gestures to the styrofoam cup in his hand), but believe me... I ain't driftin."
"I see you with love, not hate (nods at me, as if to emphasize)- I don't mean nuthin sexual, it's yo' intellectual state."
"I like yo' bow (gestures to an ostentatious bow on my shirt) cuz it's black and white. And that's how the world be- black and white. (Points to hat) Black, white, and red like the blood. We bleed the same, black and white. You better believe it. You better believe it."

Finally, after informing me (after all this) that he is a "Metaphorical Rhymer," I told him I dug his rhymes (what else could I say?). He replied: "I respeck that If any n*gga try to step at you on that bus, I got yo' back."

At that point, the less drunk/high friend pulled him aside and coyly pointed out the giant police van that was parked in the driveway 1/2 a block away, presumably waiting for the crime they were about to commit. I couldn't tell, but they started throwing rhymes about the po'lice. I couldn't catch any good ones because their words were too slurred and I couldn't even capture the slang - it was beyond me. I got on my bus at that point, but believe me... I didn't really want to leave the scene.

Later at the bar? Let me preempt this visual masterpiece by apologizing for my lack of pictures, for words will never properly describe this haircut.

Culprit: middle aged lesbian bartender. heavyset. homemade tattoos.
The cut: the head was buzzed, except for the following: 1). a big highlighted tuft (slightly larger than a fist) that stood straight up on the top of the head, 2). little hairs (down to her shoulder) that started just at the nape of her neck, 3). One singular ponytail-dread (like one dreadlock) a few inches below the tuft. About the size of a pickle. Maybe a little longer, and 4). A few isolated really long braids starting just around her ears and hanging down in front.

That's not even a hairdo... that's an evolution. I'd never seen anything like it! Anyway, no good "overheards" from her because she was too angry to make conversation. Maybe it's because she knew I couldn't stop staring at her haircut. Seriously, it pulled me in!

Anyway, the ride home was exciting only because I had to pry my eyes open to keep from sleeping past my stop. It was a challenge at that point, but unfortunately no exciting passengers.