Stand up! STAND UP! Hook up! HOOK UP!
One ok! Two ok! Three ok! …

Inside my heart lies an empty space where no one goes, especially not me.

10 seconds … TEN SECONDS! Go! Go! Go!

I remember making this space the day I chose to be afraid of being seen naked.

One-one thousand…two-one thousand…three-one thousand…four-one thousand…

I once heard that the importance of a situation inversely varies by the degree to which we care about taking off our clothes.

check risers, check canopy. Good canopy.

The metaphor’s a little silly but to be honest, so is worrying about being naked when jumping from airplanes.