Monday, February 25, 2008

nobody tells me anything

The breakdancers on the D Train tonight were wearing tight pants. I mean, Sex Pistols, Wassup Rockers tight. I couldn't tell if it helped or hindered movement. The moves appeared to be the same as usual (these kids were 13, for God's sake--they weren't doing anything too innovative or sophisticated), just the look was different.

The B-boys are fun to watch sometimes, just as long as I don't get kicked in the face.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

hi.

your wife said...

you are cute.