let me just start off b saying i hit m head really hard today, and my "Y" doesn't work very well. it was the craziest summer of my life, me and the guys headed to the cliffs. we would go there just about every weekend it was a great time. basically it was the same story all of our lives, storzy and me going craz as usual kevin sitting on the rock being a pussy. we would almost always start off with the waterfall it was pretty much the best waterslide you could go on. well it wouldn't take long for me and storzy to be jumping off the to the rock so we could flip into the water. it was great i'm not sure who figured out that you could do that but it always seemed like the greatest stunt you could do. well the cliffs weren't nearly as fun as doing stunts from the waterfall to the rock, but we still had to takle the cliffs everytime. i would do flips off the 20 foot jump all the time, and everyone thought that was so stupid. storzy was the only person who ever really understood what it was all about. i guess we were just suicidal bros. that was how we lived our lives. nothing was out of the question to die would be freedom. freedom from our shitty little lives. we even got semi-matching tattos, his was a suicide king and mine reads kamikaze superstar. well this day we decided to go to the top, now its hard to even get up there. i wanted to look over the edge to see how high it reall was. i have since been told it's about 45 feet. well aparently wet feet and 50ft cliffs aren't the best combination. so as you can imagine i slipped, i grabbed the side and held on for dear life. storzy was there with me all the way, he grabbed my arm, and desperately tried to pull me back up. i could feel that he was going to slip too. so i looked at this friend willing to risk his own life to save me, and said, "let me go." he wouldn't let go at first, but when he looked in my eyes we made that connection. it's the connection that i feel only two people who have no fear of death can understand. so i fell, it's sort of funny because my life didn't flash before my eyes, all i thought was i hope i hit the water. pain, hard ass hit but i'm alive, and not broken in two. kevin who had been sitting on the rock as usual jumped in right after me, and dragged me to the side. storzy came up and said, "ready to go again." i reached my hand out, and he took it, and pulled me up. we never talked about that incident again, it was the past. i just found out today that my good friend brian "storzy" storz died today i will never forget you. dam-sin boys for life.