JC and I were Up-Rockers. In plain speak, we were warrior street performers. We would battle anyone. Anytime. Anywhere. Dj Khalid's father owned a breakdancing club. So on this one night, we got word that another crew dropped the gauntlet for a battle there. We suit up. Black/red Adidas firebird track suits and Puma Clydes. Standard. It was here that i met Kim. She was a CSI photographer assigned to investigate the club. Back then she was a rookie and accidentally dropped her tripod (pictured above) into the bloody corpse of a young breakdancer who spontaineously combusted into flames while performing a backspin.
Ugly American collection
Barcelona
€400 cash
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