Life as a Danceaholic

Hello all,

My name is Swingarody, and I’m a Dance-aholic.

I’ve been on the stuff for the past year or so. Now that I look back it really started when I was very little, I started using my legs, and I mean, cumon, you dont really think about it, everyone does it. Its natural, but it just wasnt enough for me.

Then like 2 years ago I got to a really bad place, got fired, no gf, was falling behind in my studies. and so I started ago experimenting with different dances, and oh man, I’d just get so high sometimes I’d forget where I was.. it would take me ages to find a road I’d recognise to get back home…

anyway the more I experimented with different dancing, the more I needed to dance, it was completely out of control man. I started on the Salsa first, it disconnects your body from your thoughts and gives your hips a mind of their own!! I worked my way through that for a while, you know, doing some ChaCha along the way..

Then I got myself into RnR.. That stuff made you feel so alive you just take the rock and just rollll with it.. and it takes you places man. sometimes you’ll open you’re eyes and you’ll be with little girls or old grannies, and sometimes you’d look up and people would be doing lines.. but everyone had a stupid grin on their face, so no one really cared..

Anyway I tried to get clean once and started telling people the dangers of dancing.. it only lasted a few weeks, cuz I was talking about west coast rock right, but every time we started, some idiot would turn on some music and next thing you know I’m bloody everyone how to do it..

Anyway I’m getting off track here.. Then about a year ago I started doing this new thing, they called it the Swing. and its gone around the world so much for so long, its changed so many times and gotten lotsa names. I started on the most dangerous one, they call it the lindy… and once you start, you get the hops. and you dont stop all night. So dangerous was this dance.. so bloody addictive, you could be passed out on the floor with bloody feet and blistered toes, and someone would ask you for a dance and you could still keep going.. “Mind over matter”?? HAH, whoever said that never took the Lindy..

So here I am, I’ve accepted I’ll never get clean. Theres just no going back.. I’m too damn far in. You could break my legs and I would still dance!!

So what happens now? What the hell do I do?

Where do you go when you’ve gone too deep? hit rock bottom? no way out?

you go to Herräng…

Tags: Cha Cha, dance, Herrang, Lindy Hop, RnR, Rock and Roll, Salsa, Swing, West Coast Rock