there’s an african dance class at my gym. with drums — LOUD drums — going for more or less the whole class session. last night i took a moment to peek in at them for a bit. i love new york — so much diversity, all kinds of people in there doing their own weird ass thing. no judgments. as i stood on the other side of the glass, i fantasized about running in there tom green style and doing something that made even them, uber-tolerant and accepting folk that they appear to be, uncomfortable. what would it take?