Yong risked everything whenever he could. He taunted the police, throwing rocks at them and running off in the dark. He ate beetles, caterpillars, and unfamiliar fruit. He rolled in a barrel down the steepest street. He built a kite big enough to lift him, raised it in a heavy wind on a hill, then he let go of it high over the river. He didn’t try to convince anyone else to join him. If it didn’t kill him, he was willing to do it again. He wasn’t trying to prove anything; he just had no sense and got a kick from danger.