Do you know what it’s like to live on the edge?
Do you know what it means?
It’s much more than pushing past boundaries, breaking points, and comfort zones. Life on the edge is, well, life.
Drug smuggler.
I came across the career on accident. If you do enough crazy things at crazy times with crazy people, you’re bound to be offered a crazy preposition.
“Want to make some money?”
Of course.
Nothing’s illegal until you get caught.
That’s what I told myself the first time I crossed the border. 
Don’t get caught.
I felt like lasers were shooting out of every hiding place on my body. From the soles of my shoes, my socks, the lining of my clothes, and backpack…
But nothing happened. It was a quiet crossing. I came in peace.
And then I left.
Is it dangerous?
Most definitely.
Would I be interested if it wasn’t?
Probably not.
Perhaps I’m an adrenaline junkie. Or maybe I just have rebel blood in my veins. Who knows? Who cares?

As long as I’m alive, I live life on the edge.