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(114 votes) Published: Oct 13, 2006 6:25 p.m. Viewed 1282 times
At the "request" of several people, I have decided to make this an egg. This is copied directly from the forum topic I made, so the beginning might not make perfect sense. And no, I won’t resize the images for you. I realize Viper did it for me, but those are in the forums, not the eggs. Besides, bigger pictures look nicer. Don’t be bitching!
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Either from falling or being electrocuted. Whichever you prefer. I’d go for falling because that would be a more fun way to die.
Anyways, I describe myself as a lucky dumbass. Many actions I take in my life reflect that. If I’m not lucky, then I am extremely cool and talented. Yeah, that’s it, it is because I am so cool and talented.
Where am I going with all this? Well today I wanted to explore a few storm drains in the forest. I set out with an MP3 player, camera, flash light, zippo, crow bar, and cell phone. When I got to the drain, I took the cover off with the crowbar. When I slid it back all the way and looked inside, I was disappointed. It was no more than 6 feet deep. The three tunnels branching off were too small so I would of most likely of had to belly crawl to get in them, which I didn’t want to do. The thought of sloshing around in dirty, murky water didn’t appeal to me. I put the cover back on and left, wandering aimlessly into the forest.
I decide, for no apparent reason, to go to the super cool place in the forest. What makes it so cool? You can do pretty much whatever you want in there and no one will know. Plus there is a hill. Hills are awesome. I walk around and look at the markings of the past. Bullet casings, foot prints, trash, boards used as targets. This probably isn’t interesting to you, but to me it has importance for a special reason. But that isn’t the point of this story. The point of this story is what the subject says.
So as I am walking around I see the familiar power line towers looming overhead. I don’t think much about them and keep walking. But then an idea strikes me. I get the amazing idea to climb them. I sometimes wonder how the hell I made it to this age without dying. I turn the MP3 player up and get to work. As I venture up, my brain starts to kick in and tells me that I am a fucking moron. I sit there for a few seconds and ignore my brain and continue climbing up. Let me tell you this: upper body strength is amazing for climbing. No really, it is, especially when you almost slip and fall off the tower. Water on your shoes does NOT make the climb and easier. Every so often my briain would chime back in and tell me to go down, but I would ignore it. Eventually it stopped trying to force me down and helped with the climb.
It is very nice up there. Good view, cool breeze, metal beams waiting to break your bones on your fall down. I’ve never been a person who was afraid of heights, so I had an advantage. I looked down quite frequently. I climb and climb and climb untill I reach the first real obstacle, and the end of the climb. Just letting you know now, I am going back tomorrow and going all the way to the top with a sharpie. Once I get to the top I am signing my name. Hell yeah I am cool. Anyways, the obstacle was a arm sticking off that was supposed to hole power lines, but wasn’t occupied. I got the idea to climb out on it, but I was wondering whether it could support my weight or not. I am sure it could of, but I didn’t try it. I might tomorrow.
I will tell you this now; the world is different when you are a high up. That and the climb down is easier than the climb up. Once again, upper body strength is very useful. You will find yourself having to lift both feet off the tower and lowering yourself down with nothing but your arms. If you’re a girly man, do not try this.
So yes, that is the story. I can sum it up in a few words. I climb an electrical tower. There you go. But that lacks character, feeling, atmosphere. It also leads to many crucial questions.
With what I just said, I may or may not of painted an image in your mind of what it was like. For those who aren’t getting anything, I shall make it easier on you with the help of pictures.
But since PB is a slow mother fucker, you will have to wait while it uploads the pictures. Yes, I realize you are probably pissed off. This please me greatly.
Oct 13, 2006 6:53 pm - There will be a sequel tomorrow when I go to the very very top and sign my name. The highest I got here is where the first arm extends outwards.
hell no i like this egg.u get a 5.and ya i think you do have balls because i dont think i would make it that high.btw one of the pic that shows the ground,theres a big hole that looks like a foot print.
Oct 14, 2006 11:51 am - Okay, I have pictures of me and a friend at the very top (well, just me at the top since my friend didn’t go all the way). The new egg will be up soon with small pictures and LINKS to the big versions. I apologize right now for any crappy facial expressions in the pictures. For one it was very windy and I had to yell to talk to my friend, which is why my face is a bit distorted.
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’s because the pics are too big!!
