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T h i s b ook i s my wa y t o cop e wi t h t h e mi s t a k e s I h a v e ma d e , a nd t h e mi s t a k e s ot h e r s h a v e ma d e t owa r d s me . T h e p h ot og r a p h y y ou a r e a b ou t t o s e e e x p l or e s t h e wor l d of p a r t y i ng, p a i r e d wi t h wr i t i ng t h a t e x a mi ne s t h e p a i n t h a t h a u nt s t h e h e a r t s of p e op l e d y i ng i n t h i s wor l d .TRANSCRIPT
My debut as a confident and passionate writer began at the age of 15. I wrote my first article in Helix High School’s newspaper entitled, “How our bouquet of smiles drowns out in the ocean of our sorrow.” My teacher thought it was a very lengthy and metaphorical title and asked me repeatedly to change it. I insisted the title was appropriate, and in my opinion, fabulous! I wrote about high school students who escaped from reality reality by drinking and doing drugs. I went on to explain how my strong relationship with God helped me endure the hardships of life. I quoted a notorious party boy from school who said regularly, “I just want to have fun!”
Fast forward six years later… I am dating this notorious party boy, no longer carrying on a relationship with God, and drinking more than my tiny body could endure. Somewhere between age 15 and 21, reality became a problem more powerful than faith. I faded, quickly, along with many other people, trying desperately to escape. Together we shared alcohol, drugs, crazy stories, and a blank stare. This stare gave us away. We were not the Tough, bad-asbad-ass’ we pretended to be. No, we were still five year old kids, wondering why our mother isn’t paying attention to us; asking why our dad hasn’t come home yet; trying to figure out what it is we did wrong.
It is a hard thing, coping with reality. We want to believe in love, but everything around us acts like hate. Some people cannot accept it. I met many of these people, I listened to their stories, raw and burdened by loneliness. I related and I empathized. FFortunetly, I made it out alive and free of addiction. Some of the people in this book have not been so lucky, many have trans-formed into monsters. Some are empty shells. And sadly, some have expanded their list of addictions.
This book is my way to cope with the mistakes I have made, and the mistakes others have made towards me. The photography you are about to see explores the world of partying, paired with writing that examines the pain that haunts the hearts of people dying in this world.