The warnings that you've heard are true: Cloud skiing is shockingly dangerous. Nevertheless, it's what we do. There are four of us: Armand, Zizo, Skates and me. We are crazy good at this sport, and we've never been injured doing it. Why? Because we compose ourselves like pros, that's why.
Chances are good, however, that all that might change today. Today, even though everyone knows it's impossible, we're skiing cumulonimbus clouds. Thunderheads!
I know. I know. It's crazy. We'll all be injured or killed. The roiling surface is too chaotic. Drafts shoot straight upward. Holes open right in front of you. Lightning! We are familiar with all these risks, but we have to try. It's the only challenge left for us. We're all wearing skydiving gear and we're not exactly grounded up there, so the juice shouldn't be an issue. No worries. We're going for it.
THIS IS GOING TO ROCK! Wish us luck. Skates' Dad just called and he's at the airstrip prepping the plane! YES! I AM SO STOKED! Zizo screened us up some black tees that say "THUNDERHEAD MAFIA" in this Graffiti script. YEAH! LET'S ROCK THUNDERBABIES! WOOOOOOOO!
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
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