The Fillmore Center
He grabbed his hands firmly on the pipe, the second, then he added his legs to the mix. He began to climb slowly as I looked in awe. He was so strong, and he was getting stronger.
"You okay?" I asked. He turned his head to me, and he nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine," he said.
"Alright, don't kill yourself," I said to him, and he gave me a wink.
"I'll be fine. I'm the best climber in the world," he said, as his hands gripped the pipe tightly. He began to pull himself upwards, and it was like he was being pulled by an invisible force. "Goodness sakes, he's good," Tisiah said, taking a deep breath and staring in awe of him. Once Malachi climbed up, he looked down on us like some giant. "Alright you guys, get up here," he said. We each looked at each other, before I turned my gaze to Tisiah.