The National Geographic, Cover of the Month

When i smile a my teeth do a weird thing for theyl soot in different directions, like a picket fence that got hit by a tornado. And i get this crease in my forehead that i can't explain. It's half way between a genuine smile and straight up godfrey. If i could land on either one of those extremes, then it would be fine. But if we smile too big, our eyes just automatically close. I'm trying what is finally started to pull me out of it: try to think about the fact that you 're not dead, but some day some one might look at this picture and you may be dead. So ouo want to look