It was never my intention to live in California.

It was never my intention to live in California. I came here for the music and stayed out of intertia. I need to put intention back in my life, so I packed up car and headed

wives and children. "Boy, did you just run over my wife/sister/aunt?!?" inquired Billy Ray Buxtley, self-proclaimed Best Darnedest 'Merican Ever. I gulped and

started line dancing and blasting "Boot Skootin' Boogie" from a ghetto blaster that belonged to Ricky Shroeder. Billy Ray Buxtley grabbed a bunch of

old women from the nearby retirement home and lined them up. As the music blared he led one of the largest line dances in history. He was proud. So proud. This would be his

most proud moment ever! Nothing would ever top that. After the dance, he realized he had nothing left worth living for, so he started doing meth and crack.

But those drugs had no hold on him after the trance dancing. He opened a dance academy in Hollywood named "Dancing Detox" and soon had the likes of Lohan, Sheen&

Richards.Liza thaught a master class on how to suck Baryshnikov's dick,cause that's how she became a better dancer at Studio 54 and

also taught the hand jive. Liza's dance students jiggled, wiggled, moved their hands up & down & AWWLLLL around, tongues hanging out like tired dogs. Liza's dance class was

more dextrous than leggy. She insisted it was interpretive, but the dregs in suits didn't understand "dadaism". Though she lost the lease, still they dance. Dance with hope.