Overheard

You see a lot of things at the bus stop. Old men walking around in fishnet shirts, fashionable metrosexuals in camouflage pants and bright pink shirts, and an assortment of odds and ends that come together at this nexus of national trail ways. What amuses me most, however, is the up and coming rapper. In between samples from his forthcoming, as yet unnamed album, he name drops his patrons and proclaims himself the new scion of hip hop. ”I’m sick and tired of JUELZ SANTANA always bothering me” is but one example. “Camron is always on me yo, he be like ‘Yo, come up here and finish the album B.’'' He says to the full figured woman behind him, apparently the centerpiece of his entourage. As it happens, I miss my bus to Philly and I have to stay here in the terminal for the next 2 hours. As it further happens, the only open seat is next to Scion. Scion spends the next 20 minutes asking everyone if they have a cigarette, while his plus sized entourage casually eats a ho-ho.