Grow Some.

To feel a little more constructive I took a walk with my camera hoping to snap up some gold. I came across this gentleman, contently sitting on a bench, just watching the world go by. I had a plan all worked out. I would pose as a uni student and ask if I could take his photo for an assignment, I even thought of putting on some lame Swedish accent as a kicker. Then, as I am walking twoards him, fear started running through me. Why? I have no idea. But it felt similar to when you approach a girl to ask her on a date. I knew the worst-case scenario would be he would just say no and I would walk away and that would be all, but for some strange ball-less reason I chickened out. So now I am left with this grainy photo taken 50 metres away. I must have looked like a real weirdo snapping a shot of an old guy behind a tree. I think I need to invest in some edible concrete and toughen the f&#k up.