Hi mom. It's me. Beirut Boy.

I’m not saying all the world’s problems can be solved with dancing.

But it sure can get your mind off of crap for a minute.

I’ve had a pretty shity week, and some bad shit like diseases, sickness, physical disorders and family drama will never go away.

But during 3 hours of dancing, my mind was off of drama.

There are many things I can’t control in my life, but at that moment, I could dance. And dance my fucking ass off I did.

For a minute there, I was Britney holding the snake.

I was Beyonce grinding next to Jay Z.

I was Jessie J grabbing her crotch like a dude.

I was sweaty. I was half naked. I was free.

Here’s to dancing…

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