So high I'm flyin'

Yeh I can fuckin' fly.

Yeh that's me.

No it's not manipulated.

It was taken by my dad. I set up the camera, he took the shot itself.

Am I actually that high? Of course I am. Otherwise you'd see this in the photomanipulation section. I do parkour remember

How? Fuck, See the roof behind me? No? Well, if you look between the two ledges you'll see my fucking roof. Yeh, that's the stuff, the shit that's made out of tiles.

Fuck, I'll start from the beginning. I come home from London yesterday night, and my dad bet me that I couldn't scale the side of my house.

I told him "Fuck you, I can".

He knew I can, he was just giving me permission to do it.

So I fuckin' climbed the house then and there. From the bottom right to the top. I should show you a picture of how far that is. I'll do it in my journal or something.

So today he wanted me to show my Grandparents, you know - to scare them. I left my camera with him and I scaled our house again. Just for shits and giggles. I can climb it in around 30 seconds now, no shittin. It's not too hard to be honest, it's just not something you would do. Well, I would.

So I get up on the roof and dad asks if I want a picture. I say "Fuck it, might as well" to myself and tell him to get my camera.

He asks me what the fuck he should do with all the controls on it. I tell him to set the aperture at around 7 he asks "7.1?" to which I nod.

So he takes the picture and stuff and then I start messing around, climbing up and down and jumping the gaps and shit and he asks me if he should take another picture.

Fuck yeh, I thought. So I experimented around a little, got a decent amount of height, but I knew I could do better. So I climb onto the apex of my roof. Which, for the record, is fuckin' scary.

I then threw myself off the top of my roof into that ledge I'm heading towards. Almost overshot it. Which would have been interesting, to say the least. Decided I wasn't gonna do that again. But he caught me right at the top of my jump.

Yeh, I fuckin jump like that. No I didn't apply for the fuckin' matrix and I'm not fucking related to trinity or any of that shit that my band asked me. I can jump.

And fuck knows, you're not in the air for long - but whilst you're in the air, you're fuckin' flying (yeh it seems like stupid thing to say, but hey that's the only way to fuckin' explain it) and it feels so fuckin' good.

So if you ask "Why the fuck do you do that kinda shit?" It's because it feels good. it's because I have an itch that needs scratching and that's the way to fucking scratch it. My friend's gonna hate me when he sees this. Hehe.