Saturday, September 17, 2011

One Way Out

I was once in a similar situation. Second floor apartment. Angry boyfriend pounding at the door. Oddly enough, he was employed as a meat cutter. One way out. Balcony to my left. Should I jump? Eventually he departed, so I was able to ease out front, soft and slow. There was no second date. Too risky for my health.



A second opinion, from the angry meat cutter's point of view:

6 comments:

topograph said...

I went right out front door, past boyfriend and his two buddies. But I was faster, and fortunately didn't live too far away.

julie said...

Probably a good thing you didn't jump. There's a particular spinal compression injury that has some kind of a nickname like "Romeo syndrome" (I don't think that's exactly it, but you get the picture), most commonly seen under just such circumstances...

Sonny Boy was really something. I love that second video; his hands on that harmonica are just amazing. It's almost shocking at the end when the camera pulls back from his face, and you see the audience. Such a contrast.

SippicanCottage said...

There were at least four slide rules in the audience.

Jim said...

Bob

So your the one, guess you know I ended up raising your kid ;-)

William said...

I assumed it was the Allman Bros...
great tune.

John Lien said...

You channeling Howlin Wolf now? Ok. I can dig it. Slightly on topic. Here's a different Sonny on the blues harp.