L’expérience vertigineuse Only The Brave HIGH fait couler de l’encre.
« You find yourself standing on the ledge of a New York city building, precariously perched outside as gusts of wind blow in your face. The view of the city at sunset is magnificent — then you look down. Sheer panic sets in as you realize how high up you are above the busy city streets. One foot in front of the other, you make your way down the ledge, your back pressed firmly against the exterior wall. Inch by inch as time continues to run out. You reach your hand out to grasp a bottle from the mouth of a stone gargoyle. You did it, something only the brave have been able to muster the courage before you. «