Jimmy Ferrer

My face twisted in horror and disgust as my count out loud matched when I remembered first seeing the audience.

And worst of all, you could see my legs get smashed into useless piles of meat when the time runs out.

I actually did some math.

If my count was right, I was falling for 900 seconds.

If I fell for this whole period of time, I estimated that I would have fallen almost 30 miles before smashing against the surface.

What I don't remember was the laughing.

I was laughing hysterically from the second you see my legs smash.

I kept laughing when Stephanie freaked out when she got back.

The laugh only intensified as she ripped off the eye covers and headphones.

She screamed and yelled, asking me what the hell happened over and over.

Only for me to laugh more forcefully, totally unhinged.

Stephanie said that it only came to an end when I suddenly went limp in the back of the ambulance.

But hey, I made it.

You know, the big time.

I have interviews lined up all the time to discuss my experience.

I'm up to 5 million followers now and an unforeseen consequence.

I do, indeed, have the fame that I so desperately desired.

Most commonly, though, through scientific journals, everyone tries their best to explain what happened to me.

People invoke God, superpowers, or break in the universe, multiverse theories, whatever.

But no one will ever be able to explain what happened to me.