It was a super nice day. Wind rushing through the tall green grasses of an open field with a few white fluffy clouds floating in the blue sky, but not enough to hide the glorious yellow sun, feeling all content and peaceful and all that warm fuzzy goodness brought on by a perfect day. So what's a guy to do during a day like this? "Eff this shiznit, I'm going SKYDIVING!... without a parachute!!" (I'm totally hxc like that). The thought was exhilarating to no end and I found myself up strapped up in a helicopter screaming and laughing maniacally like it was the best roller coaster ride ever. Then I jumped.
