I was a member of a 60-person dance crew in Jacksonville. We were called Dance Dance Resolution: We Resolve To Dance. One day, Donkey Doug and I got into a fight because I’d framed his girlfriend for boogie board theft, so he started a new dance crew called Hashtag DougLife and immediately challenged us to a dance-off. He said, “Meet us inside the abandoned orange juice factory at midnight.” That night, as the clock struck 12:00, me and my crew came together with a determination we had never shown before and slashed all their tires. It was dope. The end. By Jason Mendoza.

















