If it doesn't make sense, it's because sense had nothing to do with my attempt to balance on a hand railing at the same time as leaping forward to grab a balcony a good four feet away. Needless to say I plummeted a good eight feet onto solid concrete and if that doesn't sound far, I would still suggest you take my word for it as far as it being a long enough drop to do considerable damage when you land facedown. I wasn't rip-roaring drunk but I had had a few beers and apparently went into immediate shock upon impact, since I managed to get up and walk into the building to buzz the superintendent for the key to my apartment. I then proceeded up to my second floor abode and promptly fell asleep. Let me tell you that when I woke up the next day I had much more than a hangover. Life lesson learned.