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.