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Jumping the Freight Trains

Today's story is dedicated to my good friend Austin. I moved from Boston to Austin my freshman year of high school and of course had no friends here. On the very first day I made friends with the people who remain my best friends to this day, and I consider that to be perhaps the most fortunate event of my life.

One of those friends is Austin. Now in the military flying whirly-copters, he used to be the one guy (well, actually I could pretty much always count on Terry too) who would always be in for a crazy plan.

This scheme fell right into our laps.

An Accident

On The Fox's Tail

The safety harness clicked in place and I felt the wind rush to my face inviting me to fall down with it. I was ebullient, yet tense and anxious at the same time.

“Almost done.” Informed the man behind me, in a very perfunctory manner, “Now be careful, ok? No fooling around whilst you are in the air or you can plummet down further than you are meant to and that could result in big accidents! You understand?” He questioned, a fetid smell arousing from his breath.

I nodded my head, taking in a deep, shaky breath.

“I understand.”

“Good.” Came the reply, “Now, you are ready to go…oh wait! You forgot your-“

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