Dance like no one is watching. That’s what those refrigerator magnets and bumper stickers say. I say dance like no one is watching even though people are watching. Be aware of your surroundings because you never know if a rival gang has put an assassin on your trail, looking to shove a 8″ knife between your ribs as you bite down on your lower lip and close your eyes tight, boogying.
That’s not me even being cynical, that’s me being real, brah. I’ve seen at least two dozen people stabbed on the dance floor and it’s simply unacceptable. Dance like you’re being tailed by a rival gang’s assassin – with one eye open and the ability to disarm an opponent at any time. THat’s my bumper sticker.
I’m sorry, I never expected this article to go this way (violent and real). I was going to tell a story about the time an unnamed Jackson’s MMA wrestling coach chased me and a few buddies from a houseparty in highschool as his junk flopped in the cold, Illinois night, naked as a baby with no clothes on, but I won’t. Now I’ll just direct you to the video below so you can see what truly goes on at Jackson’s MMA.
