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I want to tell the story of the best apple I’ve ever had, the hole in the
wall, and Jackson's involvement with it all. He was there, he saw it all
happen. Forgive me Jackson, but this story has to be told.
So Jackson used to live in a place called the Bro Suite. Then he punched a
hole in the wall of the Bro Suite. Now it’s known as the shithouse. This is
when I met Jackson, more or less. I like to put that out on the table, because
it’s funny. And I’ll spare you the gorey details, because I’m sure Jackson is
pissed that I just posted that on the internet, but we later found out he also
punched a big crack in his wrist bone, or something (his ego). Point is, he was an unlikely dawg
indeed.
Anyways, we skip ahead to some generic Saturday morning in October, soon after Jackson's wrist had healed. I had
vague plans to go rock climbing (story of my life). “superdawg, you still tryna
climb?” Needless to say, the answer was yes. No coffee that morning, because
all of a sudden, we meant play. After a ritual snicker/giggle sesh at the base
of the climb, we racked up and sacked up. We swapped leads all the way up this
totally awesome climb, laughing at the climber bros ahead of us the whole way (which climber bros?). At the ledge toward the top of the cliff, we
enjoyed obligatory summit beers, gerbil food, and rebel yells before another
snicker/giggle sesh that couldn’t be beat.
Forgive me for sounding like an asshole, but the stoke that day was super
high. We had the stoke in us. We were the human manifestations of stoke. If
stoke was the biggest strawberry you’ve ever seen, we were eating it with both
hands, the delicious red blood stuck in our teeth. Yeah, how do you think it felt? It felt fucking good.
You know what also felt good? The apple. The best apple of my life.
Remember when I said this was a story? The sun was setting during our last rappel. We decided that rather
than hike out while we still had light, we should instead chilllll on a ledge
and eat the apples we brought. I almost went home that night, skipping the
apple altogether. Totally appleless. I think staying on that ledge was one of the best
decisions of my life. I thought better than to take a picture of the sunset,
because pictures don’t work like that. Neither do sunsets. But you better
believe I got a picture of that apple. We were kings of the school living in a
world completely made for us. And this time, I brought an apple for lunch.
Jackson isn’t the kind of guy to talk you out of anything. He’ll get himself
excited about the stupidiest of decisions if he thinks you will benefit in the
end. Once, I saw him high five every plant with a leaf on the way to class in
the rain, just because I was having a bad day. The conditions were definitely
not perfect that day, much like many days. And Jackson knows that. But I think
where my wisdom stops and his starts is the total unrelenting amount of stoke
he can muster up at any point of the worst day in history. And the best thing
is, the conditions will be perfect no matter what the conditions are.
I almost stayed in bed that generic day in October watching shitty movies
and reading edgar allen poe. So here’s to Jackson, a radical dude for sure.
Thanks for your endless strawberries.
Riley.
Hi Riley,
ReplyDeleteMy name is Lauren Hoenemeyer with CBS National News. I was looking to get in touch about your friend Jackson, who I saw is thankfully in good condition and doing better after his fall yesterday. I'd like to hear more about your friendship with him and how things have been since his rescue, could you please shoot me an email at lauren@cbsnews.com when you can?
Thanks so much and I look forward to talking to you!
Lauren