Mischief was there with her boyfriend, who was being sort of whiney and saying how much he wanted a taco. We were on a roof, and finally he just went to find one. "What's the deal [with him]?" I asked "Oh, he flunked his photgraphy test", she said, as though I knew all about it and understood why he was so "challenged".

Then, without really discussing it, we started playing this game that apparently we'd played before. The point of the game was basically to get the other person to jump off the roof of the building we were on, using any means necessary, like logic, emotional ,manipulation, diversion, or plain just running and pushing. Mischief was a champ at it, maybe even better than me, because more than once I almost jumped (her skill was in making me think I wanted to jump). From the roof it appeared as though it was a very tall building, but it was really only 12 feet tall.

I woke up hanging from the fire escape and Mischief saying, "You KNOW you want to let go; why not just give it to yourself?"

Do not play this game with her in real life.