Surprise!

 I found out what Z's big surprise was...
 Who would remember a conversation they had two years ago? Z that's who. While we were studying for my AP Math final, I mentioned that one of my foster parents offered to take me skydiving, but I got rehomed before we could do it. I said it was a regret that I wasn't able to do it.

  So today "Math Boy" finally got his cape, although there were strings (and a body) attached. It turns out the buddy he introduced me to yesterday owns a jump school, and offered tandem jumps. The only thing that could have made it better was if I was strapped to Z instead. Damn silly safety laws.

 I will warn you of this, when your instructor says, "We will go on three" or "We will go on five." What they mean is; we will go on two, or we will go on four. That means, you do not have time to put your hands on either side of the door. I was once told by a foster father that skydiving was kind of like flying. Bullshit it was falling... but it was really cool falling.

For the record, I think the only way to improve the beauty of Athens...  is seeing it spreading out beneath you in all directions (and rushing up into you) from 14,000 feet, after jumping out of a vintage aircraft. Z grabbed on my hands on the way down I was grinning ear to ear.

 When we hit ground and we had time alone, I asked him if he was going to make good on all of the promises that were forgotten or broken. "No but my boy needs to know dreams can come true."  I told Z, HE was my dream come true. While skydiving is not better than sex it was close second. Let me put it this way, best roller-coaster ever! I was so excited Z is talking about getting me certified like he is.

Chase