there is a bit of story behind this. I met a new friend, ill call him B. I moved in with him and his family after I was kicked out of my parents house. About 2-3 weeks after I moved in, he found out that he has a kid; he was a father. The same day he found that out he took me and his mother out to eat at a resturant. There, just as I was digging into a baby octopus, he said he had to ask me a very serious question. "... will you be my son's godfather?" without hesitation, I replied yes. Although I only knew B for a short while, I could tell that he was serious. I know that the story is quite short and poorly written. But I hope you still get the point. I'm a godfather.