• Standing on the edge of a cliff is a funny thing. You have all this curiosity. Jump? Or play it safe. Every nerve in your brain is telling you to get the hell away from there. But your addiction to adrenaline keeps you close, breathing heavily, staring at the chopping water below. Your muscles aching with the thought of making the descent down to the churning pit of fear below. You inch forward, your mind yelling, heart pounding, adrenaline pulsing through your veins. It's your natural poison. Once you're hooked, it's the point of no return. You turn around, the sea breeze hitting your back as your heels hit the edge. Muscles, completely fueled by the poison, automatically become loose. Then, you fall. A few seconds of junkie bliss, then you focus. Streamlining yourself, hitting the water without a splash, and sinking.