He could sometimes sort of control it but up until his late teens he was a mess.

His mother got wise to it by the time he was eight. Sister Mary Catherine caught on after she realized the lights didn't dim in the other classrooms and didn't believe God would have picked Jonathan of all people as a vessel for a miracle.

In his teens it was so flagrant he learned to avoid certain places. At the junior prom he turned the dance floor into a disco. But he still got lucky that night.