I don’t do black, I will never go back, and if I did, I would probably be doing it for the crack. Crack makes you do crazy things, it makes you love for all the wrong reasons, it makes you fight for all the wrong reasons. When I was smoking crack, I never admitted I was addicted. The day I realized I had a problem, was the day I woke up in an alley. I started to cry and went through dumpster after dumpster looking for some rock. That was before I met claudette, and I replaced my crack addiction with a dance addiction, but not with her. Have I mentioned that I have 2 great stepdaughters.

After the jump there are some pictures of the black man dancing. I am not talking that hype hip hop dance shit they teach at the YMCA, I am talking uptight dancing at an MIT dance competition.

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