Khadafi1982
Pro
A couple years ago, I was walking with my crew drunk, hoping from club to club. We were on the street and there were this big ass rock cubes that you find on construction sites to block roads. For a few seconds, somehow one voice in my brain kept asking to just run and jump over that rock. Fortunately, my rational conscious prevailed and I left it alone. I greatly reduced drinking after that. and only due it in a controlled environment.the only good thing is that he was so drunk or high that he probably had no idea what hit him. RIP

The fukk they gotta change it for, they're not meant to be jumped in the first place




