Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in naked drunk people. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than naked drunk people,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “naked drunk people” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “naked drunk people” climax ever recorded.