Yesterday, a man carrying a beatbox boarded the bus I was on and made his way to the back. He laid his beatbox across two seats and turned it on. Then he kicked the air a couple times, and sat down. The beatbox played a gentle beat, and nothing else. And then the guy started talking (or freestyling, I guess?). I won’t go into what he said, as most of it was either obscene or completely illogical, but I couldn’t decide whether I admired him or not. I mean, on one hand, he was rude and loud and disruptive. But on the other hand, the guy had his own soundtrack! Everywhere he went. It’s like he was the star in his own (bad) live action rap video. How cool is that??