For the small price of a beer, this man gave us a solo performance of his....instruments.
Katie knew it was futile to try to convince two young neo-nazis to recycle, but she was just buying time while Eric let the air out of their truck tires.
Terra Naomi sang about Vicodin, one night stands, and the painful visit she received from the fashion police for wearing camo and a shawl.
Two is better than one.
When she ducked out of the hoops and they continued to rotate, we knew she was just showing off.
Terra Naomi eyes me with contempt. I like to think it was because I was pointing the camera at her, and not for my "I Eat Babies" tshirt.
While improvisation is encouraged in capoeira, the Karate Kid crane kick is generally frowned upon.
Campus pride. In hat form.
Flower - check
Tie dye - check
Flowing skirt - check
Woven bracelet - check
Incense - ...Incense? Fuck guys, if you don't remember these things, how are we supposed to fit in?
After stubbing his toe twice in the same dance, Rick quit capoeira forever. Looks like it's back to picking up women at the laundromat again.
Little Timmy wasn't too hip on how a slide worked.
Technology meets nature.....meets a nicotine habit.
Alisha loves the feeling of dried mango in her hair.
Hooping was Pete's life passion. He called this one Sheila.
