There are two kinds of people in the world: those with fear and those without it. I am a rather fearful person. I'm scared to get caught drinking for I could lose my scholarship. I'm scared to steal, I'm scared to trespass. It's been instilled in me to follow the law or risk facing dire consequences. Some people, however, are unfamiliar with these boundaries.

C, as I shall call him, is probably the most unusual man I have met. At first I thought he was nuts, completely off his rocker, but he is beginning to grow on me. He is scared of nothing. He holds your hand and you follow him and you feel like nothing can happen to you, and I have to admit, for someone who drowns herself in paranoia most of the time, it's a pretty good feeling. Tonight was the kind of night where I was not planning to do anything special but wound up embarking on some spur of the moment adventure. It was the abandoned insane asylum in our city. A breezy and drizzling night, we were blessed with the perfect conditions for a trip such as this one. Rumor has it they are filming a movie there starring Kevin Bacon, it's supposed to be about gangs. Sure enough there was lighting equipment and wires running throughout the entire building. C had a gun, a flask, a knife, a flashlight, and a camera. We were with another guy, J. We made a good team: C, the leader, me, the baby, and J, the voice of reason. We wandered through empty corridors strewn with old chairs and other remnants of whatever else would be left from an insane asylum. The wind blew doors all throughout the bulding shut; creaks came from everywhere, I was so sure someone would pop out and kill me, or, even worse, the cops would come and I'd get arrested and have to tell my mother what happened. But we were fine. C took pictures and I squeezed his hand tight, and he held on strongly to mine. In a creepy, dark, abandoned insane asylum kind of way, it was cute.

I don't know what to make of C. He is completely off the wall, the opposite of me, although I like to think I am crazy. I'm not though...so caught up with consequences, so scared something might happen. Not him. He walked into dark rooms tonight and never looked back or gave anything a second thought. People like this are a necessary evil. If you hang around them too much you'll most likely find yourself in trouble with the law, but if you save them for a rainy day, you'll get just enough adrenaline pumping to keep you awake for the next six hours, which is why the sun is starting to rise and I am still awake. I'm a little intimidated by him, a little intrigued as well. He is not someone to be figured out so easily, he somehow commands a certain level of respect without even trying. For the first time in awhile there is a man who is not so cut and dry, not so easy to read, not so let's-join-a-fraternity-and-get-smashed-every-night. I love it.