I used to party at an apartment complex in College Park popular with upperclassmen who live off campus at the University of Maryland. There was one particular person nicknamed "beaver" who always talked about jumping off the 4th floor balcony of his apartment. It was really 5 floors, because there was a walkout subfloor on the bottom. So this was like 55-60 feet I'm talking about. Everyone thought he was just bullpooping. He was one of those people that is hard for me to judge, I always thought he was 'modified' when he was sober, he only drank heavily unlike most of the other people who frequented the place. Well one night after a fight involving baseball bat wielding party crashers, and their subsequent routing by someone wielding a 9mm, Beaver jumped off the balcony. For fun?, to relieve stress?, because he was tired of talking about it? not sure. He it the ground feet first, Rambo rolled, and got up unscathed except for a slightly sprained ankle requiring only more alchohol and not medical attention. NUTS.....

Gotcha beat! lol...must be 911 day. (this is my local pd as well!! OY!)

70 ft and the police dropped him off to be on his own, drunk as a skunk!