Why am I on that image? Because the first time I went to that website, I was in a panic. I had no idea what I was doing. I thought I was doing something wrong. Not the kind of thing I would do, but I was at a complete loss of what to do. I’m not sure how I got there, but I definitely needed to see what was going on.
That was just the sort of thing someone who is so passionate about instagram would do. I am not sure what caused the panic, but whatever it was, I am so glad I had the foresight to stop and ask the gentleman in the picture.
I think it was a combination of his incredibly strong beard and the fact that he was talking to a woman. He was a few feet behind me, and we were both sitting in chairs I had never seen before. I was completely lost, and I couldn’t see his face. He was also wearing some sort of mask, and I can only assume that the mask hid a whole lot more than it revealed.
I had no idea the “man” was there either until he pointed in my direction with his finger. I was just looking at the photo and then at his profile and thinking “man, he looks like the guy in that song” and then I realized it was him. He was my hero.
I’m not sure if it was weird that he was there or if I actually think he looked like the guy in that song. In any case, I’m glad that he was there. We both had the same sort of crush on him; I knew he was special. Although he’s not a celebrity, and I’m not even sure what he looks like, he’s a good friend and I felt a little weird asking him to take a picture with me.
The story starts with the first time Colt was in front of the camera, a few years after the death of his father. I guess this was probably a long shot, but I’m not sure.
If Im not sure what it’s like to be in a party, I’m sure I’ll be here.
To be honest, I don’t know if I even wanted to be in a party, I just liked going to parties. And Im so glad I was invited to one. We went to a bar for the first time and I was so nervous, so I was like, “Oh my god, he just asked me to take a picture with him.” He was so nice, and he was also so funny, but he was also really, really young.
It turns out the only thing I could really do to stop him from killing me was to look him in the eyes. I know it’s not meant to be, but it doesn’t hurt to do it. He probably wouldn’t have liked me if I didn’t mind the fact that he was actually smiling and nodding at me. He probably would have liked me because he was actually smiling at me.