The time I... almost plunged to my death off a roof
So I was about 17 when I went to NY alone for the first time and stayed at a Friends for the craziest two weeks of my life so many stories from the trip but I’ll stick to this one
Me and my friends went over to this guys house who had a backyard barn sort of house
And in this “barn” there was a room on the roof it was like a little nook but the guy pimped it out and made it like his smoking room
So in order to get up there you had to climb up this sketchy flimsy ladder the type of ladder where it’s just tubes
mind u I’m AFRAID of heights and this ladder looked slippery AF in the icy cold New York winter
So I climbed it and when I got up there we all chilled and smoked and I got HIGH AF and it was time to climb down
And obviously I’m the last one to come down and I was
SCARED OUT OF MY MIND
The worst part was that you really couldn’t see where your feet are going so I had to actually depend on my Friends that told me where to put my feet
My asshole Friends start telling me about the story of a girl who slipped and fell from the ladder and had to get surgery and I was ready to die at this point
I cling on it like my life depended on it ( it did) and got down ever so slowly
The most fucked up part is that if I would’ve died my parents would’ve never known about it since they didn’t know where I was and yeah that’s my very irresponsible story
