Sunday

Practice at some point in the late afternoon. There's some kind of show at club Heat.

Not quite, called for a practice at Stealth's crib... so it was me and Stealth rocking. He had to double on DJ duty, but that was cool. I need to build up my stamina anyways. Some good footwork and tops, really working my style. Stealth was a bit hurt (shoulder again) so he had been focusing on get downs. Some real good ideas there.

So I kept fucking up swipe > mill > halo. I wasn't realeasing from the stab position because my weight wasn't forward, but my leg was still coming through with mad speed. That gave me an idea; I can use that whip and make it directional by stopping my momentum abruptly. Ergo, swipe > (mill or halo) > air time > flip I don't use too often > swipe > halo > freeze.

Heat was fun, Mr. Street called me up to help him with his performance. Met his homie Ron, new popper. The venue was amateur hour, one of the "freestyle djs" played our music. No, not actually the music Mr. Street gave to him, some bullshit hip hop and at some point Will Smith bit it just for the look he didn't light it. Nana na na na! I hit some stuff in 6 or 7 sets, Mr. Street killed it, no one really cared, some niggas krumped at us (which really isn't their fault, I mean krumping music was on).

Highlight: sometimes when I 90 I land in one of those reverse worms. I usually try to head hollow out of that. This time I didn't fall. I'm so cool.