Playing With Fire

I have been told more than a few times in my life that I am playing with fire.  It is never in the same arena as the last, but that is not the point.  Why is it exciting to do something that might be considered wrong?  Why does it intrigue me to walk so close to the line I am at risk of going over at the slightest of breezes?  Am I trying to destroy my perception as someone who follows the rules?  I did that more than my fair share when I was growing up.  “Oh, he would never do something like that.”  Nothing was every illegal or immoral, but it was a challenge to the preconceived notion of what should be.  Maybe that is the true reason behind the recent tattoos, the Camaro purchase, and the Mohawk for the last two years.

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