This morning while I was feeding the cats on my porch I saw a guy walking down the sidewalk in an intense and measured stride. He was wearing a blue hoodie with his hands jammed in the pockets, and had an angry, frowning expression on his face. As he got closer I could tell he was talking to himself, getting louder as he approached. The first words I could make out were "...little girl better not push me... she'd better gimme that pussy...", and then continuing on in that vein.

My first thought was that this was domestic violence in the making, and I was glad he was walking it off. Then I noticed the cadence. No, he was just rapping along with his hidden iPod, and probably unaware of how loudly he was singing.