Humanities & Classics 3270
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The first time I got high, after I shut myself up long enough to think, I thought that there was nothing in the world that could compare, nothing. I tried some fungas a while after that and was sure that absolutely nothing could compare to that and then I tried LSD. Nothing compares to it. I'm not saying that it's cool to go out and drop a hit on your tongue, but it is an experience I would never take back. Sitting in class today, Tom was talking about snorkling above a magnificent coral reef and talking about the fish and the life that was right there below him. He talked about the immense feeling it gave him and it made me realize that despite the wonders of controlled substances, there are more incredible ways to get high and I do mean high!
A few years ago, I was presented with the opportunuty to go bungee jumping and being the macho man I am quickly paid the sixty dollars and signed my life away on one jump from an 18 story crane with nothing but a big rubberband tied to my ankles. When signing the forms for it I paused right before putting my signature on the dotted line. I was literally signing my life away, if something went wrong, no one was at fault, that was it for Jeff Walker. Anyway, I was third to go up and waited patiently and very excited at the opportunity to say, "I've done that, I've been bungee jumping before." From the ground it doesn't look that high up at all, it really doesn't. .................... .................Finally it was my turn. They strapped the cord to my ankles and I stepped onto the crane UP UP UP UP HIGHER AND HIGHER INTO THE SKY IT WENT which seemed like the longest ride of my life. Finally it stopped, and I am telling all of you, when i peeked over the edge at the ground, I just about shit all over the place. This was high and dammit I mean high as hell. The worker told me that I would have to step out onto the plank! What, the plank? I asked him what would give me the biggest rush and he told me it would come with not falling off face first, but backwards! He said he would count to three and I would just lean back and fall. So here it was, the moment of truth and trepedation. I stepped out onto the plank, very slowly as not to shift the cage I was in and turned bacwards, my heels sticking off the end of the plank. "ONE....TWO.......................THREEEEEEEEEE....OH SHIIIIIIIIIIT." I can not even begin to describe the feeling of falling 18 stories staring straight at the ground which you are sure you're going to hit with the force of a ton, and just as the ground was at my fingertips, I was flung bacwards into the air and down and up and down and up until they finally lowered me to the dock. They eased me down and took the harness off my ankles and I fell straight onto my back laughing with pride, relief and downright fright. I flew on that day, I fell on that day, I rocketed into the air on that day, I lived that day. I did something with sixety dollars that a sack of weed could never do for you on any day. TRY IT. I'll be back tomorrow to share one more story with you, not 18 stories, but 10,000 FEET IN THE SKY. THANKS JEFF