King of the Beat

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I don’t like to admit this, but in the deep dark recesses of my past life I used to break-dance. Baby swipes, knee spins, the worm, back spins – hell, even a little popping and locking – talk about a workout. No one could pretend swallow a foes head and throw it back up like I could.

But me and my partner never had skills like this, we couldn’t even windmill. One thing is sure, doing the worm in your thirties is dangerous business (unless you’re a bat-wolf), I nutted myself so bad a few years ago I quit cold turkey.

Give it up for the little people keeping it real in this big, big world…

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