Sometimes following a different path home after work is it’s own reward. Other times, you stumble on cool photo opportunities like this one. I call it “Reason #572 that I’d make a lousy soldier.”
If I was the guy on the rope, I’d be frozen just about there, trying to decide if it was a better idea to claw and scrabble my way back up the wall or if I should spend the next several weeks continuing to inch my way down.
If I was the guy on the roof, I’d be throwing up all over the guy on the rope.
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