Alligator Breakdance Contest
After Hector was born I had a difficult decision to make: raise him as a weirdo "Planet Boy” superfreak and use the money we earn exploiting him to pay for his education, or raise him as a normal planet boy, let him spiral off in his own direction and never look back. I won’t tell you what I did but you can probably guess. It finally led me here: the alligator breakdance contest. As you may imagine, it’s The New Testament of Crazy. The fat beats, hype gear, all kinds of gold and bling, torn from golfers and seniors I guess, representing and keeping it mad real, not to mention the dope and truly innovative breakdance moves: I love it. I think people forget about the positives because of all the media attention on the violence. It’s not about violence. It’s about a few mega- rad crews of mentally ill gators busting some of the freshest, most original moves ever seen deep in the hearts of the biggest, nastiest swamps around, know what I’m saying?