"This is a fire. It's burning pretty much everything. I don't want to sound like a jerk or anything, but maybe you should put it out." Fiery Joe was right. Of course we just called him Joe at the time; like ordering french bread in France, when Joe was immersed in flames it just seemed redundant to add the prefix. As Fiery Joe ran off screaming that night I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have a nickname.
Pretty great, I imagine. Pretty great.