So this one's from a while back...
I was living in a uni student flat, we wanted money. Money for a swimming pool. But we had to get money. We went on a little adventure to find our friends, because we knew they had money for us. So out we went. They went left and I ventured to the right. Ahead of me stood a large grey box of a building, hard up against a rock face, green with mosses. It was a two storey apartment, to its right on the rock face was a ladder. Made of wood, a permanent attachment, though looked more like something for merely a vine to climb up. But it looked to me like the only way up the rockface. My friends were parked on the road that ran along the top of the cliff which had the rock face. There were apartments at the top, then they were parked on the opposite side of the road. So I climbed. I climbed half way, stepped right onto a rock ledge, mounted the next ladder, this was all very dodgy. Then the ladders ran out. At this point I'm about 15m up, the rock face had become a sheer cliff. And I'm climbing. Unsteadily. I'm going to fall. And I'm going to die. I just can't grip the moss on the cliff face. Talk about adrenaline. Fingers slipping. Slipping. Slipped. I'm just glad I didn't have to watch myself fall. The last I knew was that I just couldn't hold on.
posted by TMonkey @ 6:02 PM
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