Signs of the Apocalypse

So I'm at the House of Blues the other night minding my own business, taking in Reel Big Fish, when I see something for the first time in my life. A Black dude with absolutely no rhythm. He and his girlfriend danced their little hearts out singing along like there was no tomorrow and all I could think was, wow.... these are definitely the final days. But the harder they partied, the more I realized that this is actually a really good thing. We, and by we I mean Black people have come so far that some of us can't dance. We have to take progress wherever we can get it. Rock on bad dancer.