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Good morning! Today's tale is about Andy and the cliff of death!
The story begins with my roommate and me at the conference center, going for a short walk down Cannon Beach, Oregon. My roommate was really into fitness. He was one of those guys you like because he's friendly, but as a guy, you hate him because he's built like a brick wall. I was skinny, still tall, but scrawny.
I had no upper body strength. Blame Bob for that. Bob was very self-confident. Anything he thought of doing, he could do. I used to spar with him in the gym, and he was teaching me jiu-jitsu. More accurately, you should have seen me flailing around like a rag doll.
So Bob and I were traveling down the beach, exploring as I like to do, and he came along. I don't know why he did because he would rather be pumping iron in some gym. When all of a sudden, we were walking past this—you know, a 50-foot cliff above us made of dirt and rocks covered with dirt. It was very high up, but it was a shortcut home.
So bob says to me, we should climb up here over the cliff, face and then weekend proceed home. I was thinking, Bob, that's really not a good idea. I don't want to die truthfully. But being a guy, I can be outdone I couldn't show fear because I was a manly man.
No what's the time to climb up. To say as frayed was quite the understatement but it got worse as I hey clime, halfway up over outcroppings. Now, because of what I climbed up and the arrangement of it, I could not climb down even if I want to f I fell, I break my neck.
So what was I thinking at this point ? That I was a f****** idiot. I was living at the beach. Happy Awful beach with friends, a girlfriend and I shows
To go hiking with my met, meet head friend. I thought about what an awesome summer it had been, and there is gonna die.
Please join me for part two of this story. So join me, ask one of my friends on this blog and bookmarket, so you can find it easily. Part two of this story, it's coming soon!
