So here's thing, stuntmen have always fascinated me various ways. I know I know sounds like a queer opening sentence, but seriously...........they do. I always marveled how they were capable of pulling off these ridiculous acrobatic acts (brain dead maneuvers) and not get injured??? It has to be simply mind boggling to the average 22 yr old bored out of his mind male. Side note: I wonder what their insurance policy is like?...Anyway, what these guys/girls (see I'm not sexist) do is just remarkable, and in my personal opinion they do not receive enough credit. Now, where I'm trying to go with this is that sometimes you just wish you could be in their shoes. Right?
Basically, what I am trying to say is that last Saturday my absent minded comrades (aka friends) and I had the opportunity to be in these dudes shoes! We started off the night with an open bar at Roxxy. P.S. great place if your trying to get your swag on or do the stanky leg. Anyway, we get absolutely mangled, shitcocked, crushed, boozed up, sloshed, chemically inconvenienced to say the least. We eventually proceed to drive home( scott was the "DD"). Bhahaha, and by home I mean the lovely Yesner residence. Now, this lovely abode has a...balcony I guess you could call it..from his upstairs that over looks his downstairs. Now one thing I'm sure of is that whenever a male walks into this room and they see this balcony, four words run through their head. "This is my chance." You ask chance at what???.......CHANCE TO BE A MOTHA FUCKIN STUNTMAN BABY!!
Alright so it getting kind of late, so you will have to tune in for my next post to see what happens with the stuntman adventures.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
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