Oh hell yeah, picture this: a downtown alley, a moving truck with a spare rooftop grill, and I just hop off right as the truck's rocking, landing on a pile of discarded pizza boxes. Or even better, a subway train passing by – I jump onto the back, swing off the side, land in the gutter, and then grab a streetlamp like a yo‑yo. Adrenaline, chaos, and zero prep – that's the life.