that time when i still had the key to my old apartment building in boston so tad and that other guy and me went up on the roof but since living there they had built a gate to keep people from going on the roof so we had to climb around it and when we tried to get back down we couldn't.
we were drunk and it was like 50 feet above street level and the only way down was to use the fire escape. you know, the kind on a hinge with a counter-weight. i walked out, face first mind you, to the end of the ladder but it was stuck so did not swing down to the ground. then, that other guy stumbled out behind me but even under our combined weight the ladder didn't budge. then, tad (who weighs a good deuce, deuce and a half for those who don't know) came out behind us and, wouldn't you know it-- the ladder finally broke free.
it was not 'smooth sailing' as they say. that shit didn't glide down all gradual and 'SAFELY' like it was supposed to, but rather came crashing down all at once, sending me, that other dude, and tad flying onto the street below. i somersaulted (i think) to avoid injury, looked back and saw the other dudes were ok too. then i think someone yelled at us and we just started running.
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