CHAPTER 13: The Black Mamba

Vienna spun. Something snapped. And now gravity has questions.

You can trace every major mistake in my life back to one of three things: poor impulse control, peer pressure disguised as curiosity, or the Austrian amusement park known as Prater.

Let me set the stage. We’d already spent the day navigating the brain-melting chaos of Vienna’s surreal architecture and historical anxiety. We’d stood in a palace where even…