Alternative endings part 2

Then there was the time that we thought it would be fun to rappel off Rob's grandfather's four-story warehouse down in Covington. Of course we didn't know anything about rappeling (I'm an expert now) and decided to go off the side with just a rope sans-harness. And of course somehow I was chosen to go first. Luckily I survived, but I came down so fast that the rope literally tore through my fingers so much that you could see the bones. Nice.

I don't remember whose idea it was that the wounds needed to be cleaned with alcohol when we got home, but I'm going to blame it on Rob. I do recall him laughing while doing it.

Hey Rob. Fuck you, that hurt! : )