He managed to simultaneously talk to everyone and no one at all. Sporting a black Kangol cap and dress clothes, the Prophet sat in the back of the 151 loudly proclaiming his views.
"Men marrying men," he started, "that just ain't right."
"Women marrying women..." he trailed off.
"How does that even work?"
No one on the bus, including the coterie of nurses fresh off their shift from NWM, attempted an explanation.
As he stood waiting for the 151 to squeal to a halt and the rear doors to whip open, he gave his final blessing.
"Sooner or later we all gonna leave this earth."
And sooner rather than later, he departed the 151.