Ted led,
DG danced and distracted,
Pat chuckled.
DG returned to distract his old MSN Tribe with endless popping and locking and gyrations shocking for a man his size – as if on a mission to make sure that Ted never quite had the group’s attention and that Pat just kept giggling on the side. Warning, if this NP journeyman visits your city don’t play music. Shit, he brings his own.



