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:
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I went right out front door, past boyfriend and his two buddies. But I was faster, and fortunately didn't live too far away.
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.
There were at least four slide rules in the audience.
Bob
So your the one, guess you know I ended up raising your kid ;-)
I assumed it was the Allman Bros...
great tune.
You channeling Howlin Wolf now? Ok. I can dig it. Slightly on topic. Here's a different Sonny on the blues harp.
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