Drunk Jumping, Jrunk Dumping

One day my friend Emily and I went on a little photo excursion down highway 1: better known as the Pacific Coast Highway. We stopped at a few places where we photographed lots of nature and architecture, but none of the shots compared to the one I got right here. Emily and I climbed down a small set of rocks that led to the beach, where lots of people had fishing poles with lines sunk into the ocean. On my way down, two hispanic guys were laughing and having a good time with a 24 canned case of Budwiser. I smiled at them and they began to talk to me. They both were vary eager to have their picture taken and published. I said I will take their picture, but the only shots I publish are the ones that are out of the ordinary. We caught attention on a fishermen trying to catch fish off a vary tall cliff, that seemed to reach about 20 feet high. One of the two hispanic guys volunteered the other to jump off the cliff and into the ocean. The one who was volunteered concurred and said he has done it before. I was completely hesitant to ask this most likely drunk man to jump off a 20 foot cliff right in to the ocean where there could be rocks right where he lands. They both assured be that it is completely safe. I told the hispanic man who wanted to jump: I am not asking you to, but if you happen to jump off that cliff I will be here with my camera taking a picture.