Day Two-Hundred and Eighty-Four

A drawing in 3 minutes. I was listening to the Crow Soundtrack. I was finished with this drawing before the first song was done. I was visioning a guy running across an urban rooftop scene, and flying right off the edge. And who doens't think of that. Running of the edge of a building. For the thrill. For the excitement. Wondering if you survive or not. And if you survive. What happens next. You can't go back to your old life can you? You've done something great. In a sense of the word. Something that not everyone else experiences.

I always think back to years ago. Before 9/11. Before Fight Club. I had this vision and reasoning that I wanted to experience a plan crash. Or even just a disabled plane. Something shocking. Something that before that moment of life or death hits I can think, "Wow... this is my moment. In all the people that have ever lived so minute of a percent of them have experienced this." I'm not insensitive. I don't have a deathwish. I'm not sick. I just, want to experience things my own way. Ordinary and extraordinary. Things that others haven't. And I guess....That's why I have so many stories. So many experiences.

So would I jump of a roof. I've jumped off bridges, dams, houses, cliffs and more. Why not a building. I've done stupid and deadly things before. And I lived. And I'm different on the other side.

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