Rum, lighter fluid, sweat and char. Jungle King blends modern, Jamaican folkloric, and African dance with bravado and irony as he dances for drunken tourists in Negril, Jamaica. Teeth white, beguiling women who have had too many on vacation to come and shake it...until they realize what they've walked into.
Spit. Fire.
By day he's a revered dance teacher to my friend Natasha's daughter.