In a realm lost in time, I was introduced to dance. The glory days! What an unforgettable era. Disco had just cracked the surface of the dance world. In an era where gangs ran the streets, the Silent Weapon was born! As the dance, Rock, progressed, the gangs seemed to evaporate little by little. Nobody wanted the gang lifestyle anymore; we wanted a new dance lifestyle. A new change progressed, our mutual battle grounds became the dance floor! We evolved into a more civilized state of mind with a positive result. Now we could still go to war without the bloodshed! My disco days lasted 10 years from 1972 until 1982. We kept the dances Rock and the Latin Hustle alive for ten years. Actually, the Latin Hustle and Rock never died. These dances are still being done today. Here lies the insight of a street dancer from da Bronx. But, before my dance phase evolves there are 13 years to unfold. Let’s start at the beginning, let’s start at my introduction to the pigeon world. Consequently, it seems that everything that happened to me in my life is pigeon related.
