Free Fallin'

7 years ago almost to the day, I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane at 14,000 feet. It feels about that time to do it again. The first time was spontaneous and the experience was shared with some of the most chill, genuine friends I've had the pleasure of partying with. It was 2007 and was one of the most glorious summers I spent in the Outer Banks. The music choice for the video...ehh...a little questionable. But, I guess legit to have. If you haven't gone, give it a go. Hell ask me to go with you, at least you know I'll document everything. 

I always thought the pull back of the parachute would bother me - definitely unlike anything you're expecting. Your feet just swing underneath you. It's amazingly gentle. The flight up was the "worst" part, if there was one. Just when I thought I was at the top and ready to jump, the guy literally was just opening the door to get some "fresh air". I had another 7,000 feet to climb. It was a really hot day, but we were told the air up there would be freezing. It was. Signing a death waiver was also interesting. My mother literally made the 4 of us kids take a group picture before I left. If she really thought I wasn't coming back, is that all she really needed - one last picture? Sounds familiar. I turn into her more everyday. I went, I came back alive, and ready to do it again. It's time. 

"We should go skydiving tomorrow"..."Ok sure lets go". It was that easy.

Bombs away....

Being in college + drinking beer everyday + eating junk all summer somewhat
explains this face.....throw rapid speeds and blasts of air to the face
and I'd say I've explained my looks here. Cool shot none the less.#TBT