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Google maps gave me shit directions, it told me to take this shortcut to town that ended up being a Peruvian-fall to your-death tier trail up a mega steep cliff made out of the most crumbly shit sandstone. For some reason this pissed me off to the point of becoming obsessed with getting my fat dyke of a bicycle over this cliff so I can get a shortcut to town and eat dank food. And also to prove to myself that I have balls.
I wish I had more time and better writing ability to explain how when you suffer depression or suicidal thoughts, scrambling on the edge of a cliff where your last foothold ceases to exist after you step off it is somehow a logical activity to be taking part in. If youre bored then you will cease being bored. And if you survive you will get elated after the experience.
IN SOVIET RUSSIA, BIKE RIDE YOU. OFF A CLIFF.
Cliff climbing is "fun" in it own right, but it's a fools game. Rock climbing is the smart man's climbing game.
