Breakin'

Last night, B and I went to go "study" at a coffee shop.  While he flirted with a girl the whole time [kidding], I was writing diatribe after diatribe [see below].  But he comes back in after "taking a walk" and tells me that there's some dudes breakdancing outside.  Wha?!?  Here?!?  I gotta see this.  Sho nuf, there's three guys from a local dj shop poppin and lockin and a big piece of cardboard with a DJ and everything.  They were alright and it was fun to see their moves....or their attempts at moves.  But the real show stopper was one of the homeless women (arnd 38 years old) that usually hangs out in the space that they're dancing in, gets up on the cardboard and does all these crazy ass hip-hop and breakin moves.  I mean sure she had what looked like poop on her pants and part of her shirt was made of a plastic shopping bag....but, fuck, she could dance.  I figure if my roommates and I recruit her and watch "You Got Served" one more time, we could totally take those sorry dudes.  word.