Story Time

Living Free. I had nothing to do and nowhere to go so I took a long bus ride. Ended up in LA and just started walking around. I remember hearing about the new 6th Street bridge that had just been finished so I wanted to check it out. I remember the old bridge and it was dope. I liked it. The new one is also dope. Apparently it was made using modern construction methods such as using liquid nitrogen to cool the concrete. I don't know if that makes it better or not. There appear to still be small cracks in the concrete. I also find it to be someone of a lazy design in comparison to the old bridges concrete side rails, but otherwise, it is a work of art. It has some shocks on the bottom that is supposed to make it earthquake-proof. I walked up and down the bridge. Had to go passed Skid Row first which is an adventure all on its own, especially late at night. I ain't get robbed or jumped or anything. Felt like I got contact high from smelling a combination of crack cocaine mixed with human feces. I had flashbacks of my old life before I fell into the trap. It's like every corner I turn, soemthing memorable happened. I was thinking about how much more fun and chill it was and how it was much better than being set up, ambushed or kidnapped lmfao. I tried to climb down the bridge, but it felt too slick and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to climb back up so I didn't go all the way down it. Climbed to the top of one of the arches. It was cool. Great view of downtown. Then I left and I passed a few more places that gave me flashbacks of my old life, and then I saw a construction site with a crane so I decided why not. Took a while to get into the area and to the crane. The entire time I was thinking I should just stop and turn back. Then I got to the ladder and just thought, fuck it. The climb up is always the scariest part. Easily visible from every angle. Nowhere to take cover. My mind was back and forth between stop and turn back and fuck it just keep going. Made it to the top. Amazing view. Very tired. Paranoid of being caught. Didn't know how I would run from security at that state. Too tired. Took some pictures. Climbed around both sides and to the top top. Tried to leave everything as I found it. Didn't want to break or steal anything even tho it probably didn't matter at that point. Climbed down the ladder. The anxiety comes from being so exposed for such a long period of time without any place to hide. It makes it very nerve-racking for me personally. I know some guys that don't give a fuck. They climb on the side and hang off the rails and even swing off the cranes rope. Not me tho. Fuck all that shit. I stuck to the ladder and did not try to do any pull ups up there or jump off anything or swing on the rope. Either way, it was something different. Been a long time since I climbed any roofs or cranes so I had fun. Didn't fall. Didnt get hurt. Didn't get caught. Hopped the fence and left. Then I just walked around for a while, listened to some music, and then got back on the bus and headed back down the street that I came from. Dope night overall in my opinion. I know some that wouldn't really look at that as a good time, but I enjoyed it and the best part is that it only cost me the amount it costs to get on the bus. I didn't have to buy any fancy equipment or admission tickets or anything. It was all free the way life is supposed to be.

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