Elliot Higgins

And these are the parachutes you're going to fold.

It's going to be on your back, and you're going to jump with it.

So those were no-weed Wednesdays.

So now after six weeks of our intense training, it's time to jump out of an airplane.

And so as a new jump cadet, you have to go up for an observation ride to make sure it's a good idea for said cadet.

And so they pile me in the back of a small plane.

We get up to jump height, about 3,000 feet.

Three people pile out of the airplane.

That's when reality hit this hippie in the face like a pie.

I'm going, holy shit, man.

I want to go back to the gym and just jump off of the bleachers again.

And so we land, and I just sprint to the jump shack, and I call my father on the pay phone, and I go, Dad, I mean, I'm in a pickle here.

And...

And so he listens, and there's a fatherly pause.

And my father says very clearly, son, you get your ass on that plane and out of that plane, no excuses.

And I mean, that was like, well, no help here.

And just then, the leprechaun comes up to me and goes, well, Mr. Airborne, are you going to jump or are you a chicken?

And I go, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

I want to be first out on a watch.

It freaks me out.