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Kuala Lumpur Dangerous

So what is the Kuala Lumper tower BASE jump all about? On the surface it’s 100 of the most talented BASE jumpers from around the world coming together to jump off one of the most iconic buildings in the world, but that’s not the whole story. For me the whole story was told simply and in one moment by Chris “Douggs” Mcdougall, while no one was wearing a parachute.


Around midnight 60 of us found ourselves at a bar down the street from KL tower in the heart of the Malaysian city-scape celebrating the end of the tower jump event.  Drinks were going down faster than the bartenders could pour them and in the height of the action I took refuge in a corner seat next to Douggs and a crew of friends.


As people brushed passed the group, one stranger stopped to eye fuck the shit out of Douggs. He was a tall European looking man, well dressed with purple nail polish and coolly sipping a martini. The stranger brushed up against Douggs in an aggressively romantic move, but as soon as Douggs gave him his full attention the new comer backed up sheepishly with a half-hearted challenge for Douggs to come flirt. The next several moments were spent with the two men squared off, Douggs waiting for this man to make a move and the stranger frozen in indecision; too scared to get closer and at the same time too attracted to walk away. After several moments it became clear that the stranger was too afraid to go any further down the rabbit hole.  Now as far as I know Douggs is straight and had no idea who this person was. It’s also entirely possible that my recollection of this incident is a bit hazy, but what is absolutely clear is the image of Douggs grabbing this man by the cock and balls, pulling him in close and French kissing him. It happened so quickly that no one, not even the stranger had time to register what had happened. So, with his wife and the rest of us looking on at full attention, Douggs did it again.  And in that moment Douggs was more comfortable being someone he was not, than that man was being someone he dared to be.


Douggs has always been a teacher in my eyes. He taught me then and there, that the more comfortable you are with yourself, the more capable of bringing joy to others you’ll be. For me this is what the KL tower jump is all about. We B.A.S.E jump for ourselves all the time. But this event is about passing on as much joy as we receive. It’s about showing an observer, in one of the most regulated places in the world, first hand how to take the fast way down. It’s about exemplifying the freedom one can have by being completely comfortable with who they are and unabashedly kissing a stranger in celebration of a single moment which is happening right now and will never be again.



Until Dawn Do Us Part

Well, it’s not what I expected. I’ll do my best to describe it. So I’m at this sweet party, the music’s on point and everyone’s mixing it up, you know, getting amongst it.  I’m not quite feeling it yet so I post up at the bar. Drink in hand I start working my way through the crowd.

I’m on my way to the center when I notice that one dude is absolutely killin’ it in a fuckin’ bird costume with feathers everywhere. The whole center of the dance floor seems to be stoked off this guy and I start dancing my ass of with them. I remember hearing about this dude once, I think at a party in LA, or maybe it was that I saw a video of him crushing it at The Burn.

Anyway, it doesn’t really matter because he’s bringing the whole room’s game up. I’m vibing with this girl who’s feeling the same energy and the song just keeps getting better and better. Heads down, hands in the air, drinks being spilled everywhere, no one cares about anything but dancing together.

Just as the beat’s getting super heavy I look up to find the birdman and see what kind of moves he’s going to throw down, but during the raging he had danced his way toward the door and walked out before the song had ended, his half-heard farewell still lingering in the air.

The beat switched up and everyone in the center picked their head up to notice he was gone. Even the DJ gave him a shout out and the people around the outside, along with the new arrivals, looked around quickly trying to figure out what they’d missed.

And as much fun as I’m still having I wish he’d stayed, and I wish I could’ve gotten one more song in with him, but the party must go on…

Me: “So that’s what it’s like to be in an extreme sports community which loses someone, once a month, that you may not have known all that well.”

Stranger: “So what’s it like when you lose someone that you did know? Is it still like being at a party?”

Me: “No.”