I slept homeless for a night, so I created a dance video.

In 2014, the irresponsible, 21-year old version of myself had to sleep homeless for a night, in the dark, chilly 30 degree air of Maastricht, Netherlands. Graduating college jobless gnawed on my conscience. Usually, I could use party-ing to escape feelings of embarrassment, but in the dark, cool Dutch night, my thoughts had nowhere to be but front and center. Perfect.

As negative thoughts chained out of control, a hill-billy looking man, with jagged teeth sits next to me. His putrid clothes reeked. He was definitely homeless. Filtered through my dark thoughts, my fist clenches, immediately ready to defend myself. Then he.....

Simply asks: "where can I find food?" I told him I didn't know and I was from California. A smile creeps over his face. "Caaaleeefooorrnniuh, I LOVE caleforniuh. Do you know NWA?" He starts singing/rapping "Fck the Police. Despite his terrible singing, each note is like an axe, breaking the heavy chain of negativity flooding my mind. I start rapping with him.

After 20 minutes, he ventures to go find food. I was riding a wave of a euphoric WTF. Just as the homeless man turned my own darkness into gold, I wanted to turn the darkness of the night into a memory of gold. I had my camera. I had dance moves. So I decided to dance around town and make a video of it.