The CIA handbook says it takes a 70 foot drop to make it look like an accident. That balcony seems more like 40 feet, maybe 45, if I stand up and leap backwards.
I don’t want to end up all gimpy in the hospital because I didn’t fall far enough. Learning to walk again, maybe becoming an autocomplete agent for Apple. Even worse: Google search, or Bing AI!
Drinking through a bent straw and having other people tell you when it’s time to go to the bathroom. Not for me. The result has to be final. Not, sad and indeterminate.
The sign says it’s the fourth floor, but there are only three sets of stairs between the ground and the top floor railing. 1 + 3 = 4.
Technically, according to the elevator buttons, it’s correct, but someone is lying. Probably the rental office. It feels like it should be higher. At least, 12 feet higher.
OK. That’s it, I’m done. Nothing more to say. See you on the other side. I need to move to a taller building. One with a better class of people, and more barbecues.
—DG
Inside Doug's Head 
Just looking at it makes me want to keel over dont like heights