The vision of my crush-life felt like one of those black and white cowboy movies where the tumbleweeds dance across the screen.

There’s this guy who is a stranger, but maybe less of a stranger than strangers usually are. He is an acquaintance. A friend of a friend, if you will. And maybe that is closer than stranger territory, but the fact that I don’t know him very well counts for something.

Questions have been raised about why the incidents at Astroworld unfolded — and who, exactly, is to blame.