I walk straight up to you and ask you “hey! Do you want to dance?” You stand up and say “sure let’s do it”. Success! I have acheived temporary consent to dance. Cotton eye Joe starts playing… That’s my JAM!! We start dancing like fuckin idiots. Five seconds into the first verse I stop dead cold like a God damn statue of V.I.Lenin and stare at you with cold, dead, eyes.. like a doll’s eyes. Lifeless. I repeat the mantra that I have been trained by 10 years of educational indoctrination.. “are you still enjoying this? We can stop at any moment.” The music blares. “WHERE DID YOU COME FROM WHERE DID YOU GOOOOO…” You didn’t hear me. I repeat the phrase as trained… Now sweating in a panic, as I haven’t received enthusiastic consent in almost 10 seconds. If we get to 30 seconds I could be looking at 10 years hard labor. “Are you still enjoying yourself? We can stop at any moment.” You hear me that time. “Yes, just fuckin keep dancing you moron.” You yell with an annoyed expression. I resume dancing. That’s my fuckin JAM, man. Another 5 seconds of blissful yet ridiculously untalented dancing passes by. I freeze. Eyes turn black. Everyone else is in slow motion. “Are you ok? We can stop at any time”