He carried about him a type of danger. The kind like fire. Where you don't know exactly where he's going next; predictably unpredictable. You know you shouldn't touch the flames because even standing three feet away you can still feel the heat, and yet it's almost like you can't bear to stay away. He had that kind of danger that you knew you shouldn't even be close enough to feel the heat, but for some reason you feel the aching need to feel the flames. He was the kind of danger that you think you would love to know, but in reality should never touch.