Replace the eel sauce with some hot mustard and some sweet and sour and I'm in...
Some call then rash fools and others call them independent spirits - I can relate to either side of the argument for having exhibited a lot of the rash-fool-independent spirit-potential Darwin Award candidate in my youth. The song out that has the words "Everything that kills, me makes me feel alive" touches a special place in my heart.
I read Into Thin Air a few years ago. I’m guessing that the author wanted me to hate everyone in the book. It was a bit like The Brother’s Karmamazov - I wanted them all dead. (in a fictional way only of course)