I fell.
In the most literal sense.
Clouds sky gravity
the whole shabang.
Flying without a net.
If you could call this flying.
When will I hit?
When I'm too old to care?
Too bald to be pretty?
I could always invest in skull wax...
What am I saying!?
This is the least of my problems.
Why wasn't there a safety meeting for this?
We had stranger danger.
That's not candy.
We even covered "uncle bad touch"
stop drop and roll
buckle up
Where the hell was the parachute talk?
Least the way down is pretty.
