Ok so as i mentioned in my last journal, I've gotten pretty pro at parkour and free running. Well tonight at about 8:15 PM PST, my new friend, Clayton, and I decide to climb some roofs. The roof that I picked I have climbed many times, only had one problem in the 19 times I've climbed it. Well the roof is connected to a strip of shops. Somewhere on this strip there is a dip, Kind of like a valley. Anyway I climb down like a ninja and start walking to climb up the other side. Clayton as I recently found out is a dumbass and cant climb for shit. He jumps down super hard where the owners could obviously hear it. I go to the edge of the roof to climb down when the owner comes out. He knows we're there. We lay down for about five minutes and get up to leave but the owner is still outside. He sees us and shouts "What are you doing up there?". I say nothing, walk to the other end of the roof, jump down and take off, catch the bus and go home. Clayton...I don't know. For all I know he might have made it. He may have climbed down and ran. But he probably got down, let the owner call the police and probably got a fine while he cried like a bitch. All I know is I will NEVER Climb with him again. That was fucked.