Nineteen year old Russian daredevil Alexander Remnev and his group of thrill-seekers like to hang out from the top of tall buildings, quite literally. Once they are at the top, Remnew will whisk out a camera attached to a long pole and take selfies of their accomplishments.
I never seem to look where I’m bound, always enjoying the thrilling drop of my stomach as I plummet down. And once I hit the ground I dust myself off and spring up again, all for the adrenalin.
I’ve never had the best memory, no matter how many bruises and cuts I receive I just get up and go again, because I can never place the wonderful feeling of falling unless it is happening.
It’s hard though, so few people I’ve met are willing to live the more up than down world that I love so much, I tend to be enjoying my private thrill ride alone. That’s ok though, I have always had a hard time being restrained.
I have an itch
To dress all in black like a phantom
And slip onto the streets at night
I think it is the sense of freedom
The thrill and fright that make it so right
To slip into something sleek and dark
And run on rooftops
Slipping away without a trace, not a mark
Oh the feeling of danger never stops
In this grand city
A city of my dream
If you can understand me
Join me in this delicious scheme…