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I am a hungry, hungry, greedy, greedy hippo lady. I’m not going to lie. When I don’t have anything to do but papers and bullshit, I like to eat every two or three hours. So an hour after I had eaten some black bean soup, I announced to my friend that I would be walking to McDonald’s for some late night undeliciousness. And it was really the epitome of undelicious, because my stomach almost met its death last night.

Anyway, walking back from McDonald’s, far and straight ahead I saw a man spinning. Like, twirling. And he was really quite skillful with it, I must say. My comrade threatened to collapse with laughter, so we crosed the street so we didn’t have to walk right past him. We couldn’t help ourselves though, and we kept looking over. Again and again.

This man had mad dance moves, and he was skilled. Seriously. He was basically the new Michael Jackson, before he turned white and pedophilic. My friend thought he was the homeless man that chased her friend down the street a month or so ago, so we kept our distance, still. But his spins and twirls and pelvic thrusts — well, they were glorious.