Hey look! There I am! Skydiving. Call me billy-badass. Well, ok, so I’m skydiving tandem, meaning I’m tethered to an instructor with four carabiners that could each hold up a car. Oh, my instructor? I think he was on his 15 thousandth jump and was a former skydiving world champion, whatever that means. So maybe not billy-badass, but I did jump out of a plane from 13 thousand feet.