It's called the alligator break dance contest.
After Hector was born, I had a difficult decision to make.
Raise him as a weirdo planet boy super freak
and use the money we earn exploiting
him to pay for his education or raise him
as a normal planet boy.
Let him spiral off in his own direction and never look back.
I won't tell you what I did but you can probably guess.
It finally led me here, the alligator break dance contest.
As you may imagine, it's the New Testament of crazy.
The fat beats hype gear.
All kinds of gold and bling torn from golfers and seniors,
I guess.
Representing and keeping it mad real.
Not to mention the dope and truly innovative break dance
moves.
I love it.
I think people forget about the positives because
of all the media attention on the violence.
It's not about the violence.
It's about a few mega rad crews of mentally ill gators busting
some of the freshest, most original moves
ever seen deep in the hearts of the biggest nastiest swamps
around.
You know what I'm saying?