I’m writing this post because I cannot possibly contain the sheer awesome that just exploded in the last 10 mins.
So I’m at the train stop (we call it a ‘Light Rail’ here in Baltimore/Baltimore County), waiting for my ride, and I kick on my wireless headphones. A song comes on that I’m feeling emmensly and I start practicing my rave.
*I’m not like most ravers [I don't think] who practice like once a week or something. I just hear sounds I like and go crazy. I’m also probably not as good as most ravers too; but that’s just one man’s opinion.
So I’m doin it up to a nice playlist and some lady tips me like a bloody street performer! Sweet! I’m 50 cents richer, LOL! But the skillz are recognized nonetheless. Then some more ladies come by, like 15 minutes later, and ask if I’m in some sort of dance group and (if so) if can they support it. Fucking MASSIVE! That made my day! Hell, that made my crappy week.
D-A-R-K. That’s why they call me D-2-da-A!
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