He was a red headed and punk. Shades. Skull covered cap. Green hair. Door knock nose piercing. Leather Jacket (stitched within an inch of its life). Pins, spikes, back pack, and (of course) brightly colored tats that covered his lower legs. He was beautiful . . . too bad no one else could see. No one made eye contact; and I'm sure he liked it that way. He was rough, hard, queer, and strange, But if his gentleness of spirit is ever put into question… I will vouch for him. I do not know him, we have never spoken, but I would bet my life on it.