Living The Life
Isn't this what defiant, anti-social, too-clever-by-half teen boys dream of? Getting back at everyone who ever pissed them off. Making it on their own. Achieving a reputation that other guys would just die to reflect off their own exploits. Having the guts to go out on their own and make it. Defying probability and chance. Bold and enterprising, unafraid of consequences. His own man, and don't you forget it.
And even Mom is back there, where she was left, sick and tired of his acting out, but cheering him on, anyway. Her boy. Go to it, Colton! Show them the value of an independent mind, the challenge of someone who dares. Proud of his brilliance, now that he's out of her hair and on his own, challenging authorities other than her. That's the stuff, my boy, that's what a man is made of.
Admirers in the general public? Yep. Lots. A huge Facebook presence. And this kid gets around. Only 19, but he's lived life to the fullest. In a sense, that is. Defying authority, cocking his leg and urinating all over societal conventions, values, legalities. Not reflective of his values, after all. He's an individualist, a proud and clever, unique and bright, self-sustaining outlier.
The adrenaline rush, the euphoria of challenging law and order types who don't know their arses from a hole in a wall. He left hints, plenty of them, but they're too stupid to follow up, to even catch his drift, let alone the wind he blasts as he takes off. The "Barefoot Bandit", yeah! Catch me if you can, losers!
Over 70 investigations reflective of the width and breadth of his enterprising spirit of self-discovery, ranging from residential and commercial break-ins, thefts of vehicles, boats, airplanes. From southern British Columbia and the U.S. Pacific Northwest - onward to the Behamas. Nice scenery. Great geological features. Good hideaways, too. And no complaints about the weather, chumps.
You want romance and exotic exploits? Just watch me! Smart? You betcha, even taught himself how to fly planes, now that's clever, adaptively well suited to a life of free-enterprise, huh? Ask Mom, Pam Kohler, bursting with pride over his IQ "three points below Einstein". Of course Einstein never went out of his way to bring squads of police after him, he only theorized physics into an entirely new dimension. Boooring!
"They're going to kill me!" That sounds suspiciously like the frightened wail of a kid caught out. Now Colton Harris-Moore knows what the despair of discovery feels like. Naughty boy. He's had seven years of criminal, anti-social, illicit and nasty behaviour behind him, proving he's his own man, take it or leave it.
Now he's in custody he will have ample time to re-think his strategy. Sad kid, after all.
And even Mom is back there, where she was left, sick and tired of his acting out, but cheering him on, anyway. Her boy. Go to it, Colton! Show them the value of an independent mind, the challenge of someone who dares. Proud of his brilliance, now that he's out of her hair and on his own, challenging authorities other than her. That's the stuff, my boy, that's what a man is made of.
Admirers in the general public? Yep. Lots. A huge Facebook presence. And this kid gets around. Only 19, but he's lived life to the fullest. In a sense, that is. Defying authority, cocking his leg and urinating all over societal conventions, values, legalities. Not reflective of his values, after all. He's an individualist, a proud and clever, unique and bright, self-sustaining outlier.
The adrenaline rush, the euphoria of challenging law and order types who don't know their arses from a hole in a wall. He left hints, plenty of them, but they're too stupid to follow up, to even catch his drift, let alone the wind he blasts as he takes off. The "Barefoot Bandit", yeah! Catch me if you can, losers!
Over 70 investigations reflective of the width and breadth of his enterprising spirit of self-discovery, ranging from residential and commercial break-ins, thefts of vehicles, boats, airplanes. From southern British Columbia and the U.S. Pacific Northwest - onward to the Behamas. Nice scenery. Great geological features. Good hideaways, too. And no complaints about the weather, chumps.
You want romance and exotic exploits? Just watch me! Smart? You betcha, even taught himself how to fly planes, now that's clever, adaptively well suited to a life of free-enterprise, huh? Ask Mom, Pam Kohler, bursting with pride over his IQ "three points below Einstein". Of course Einstein never went out of his way to bring squads of police after him, he only theorized physics into an entirely new dimension. Boooring!
"They're going to kill me!" That sounds suspiciously like the frightened wail of a kid caught out. Now Colton Harris-Moore knows what the despair of discovery feels like. Naughty boy. He's had seven years of criminal, anti-social, illicit and nasty behaviour behind him, proving he's his own man, take it or leave it.
Now he's in custody he will have ample time to re-think his strategy. Sad kid, after all.
Labels: Adventure, Human Relations, Social-Cultural Deviations
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