Originally posted by Ripper@Nov 20 2004, 05:57 AM
Well, I went on a road trip with 7 homies, one coach, and a pocketful of dreams.
I took a fw pictures of the homies in front of the bus before I left, and then set out to mount chiliad. After a long drive, I finally made it to the top. Took a few pictures, took in the spectacular view on the observation deck, and then took more pictures. I was trying to get a picture of me looking out into the sunset at the highest point of the mountain, the homies followed me and one immediately plummeted to his death, (Eddie).
I was devastated, so I decided to take the rest of the homies down the mountain and back to Grove Street before more got hurt. I walked down the steepest parts of the mountain to save time, and they did real good in following me, until about halfway down. 4 of the homies must have been running too fast because they flew off the slope and fell to the ground, screaming all the way. (Spike, Bats, Nicky, and Leo) I took a picture of their dead bodies and continued on with Spanky Edwards and Billy. I took some more pictures of them with the forest in the background, and eventually made it almost to the road. I jumped off the final ledge. But apparently I misjudged the height of that ledge, the fall killed me, Spanky Edwards, and Billy.