FUTURE PARENT

At around 1:45am, I pressed the shutter on my camera to snap this flick.  This was my first time meeting Brigitte.  My first impression was her kind tone and greeting as I entered her room.  "Welcome to my trap," she said as I closed the door behind me.  "Make yourself at home."

Her and her boyfriend invited me over to document the night.  As soon as I walked into the room, her boyfriend Kyle pulled out a small plastic baggy, an old bent spoon, and two syringes.  He began the process of putting the H on the spoon along with a small capful of water.  I cracked open a Heineken.

I took pictures as we talked about the Dodgers and our jobs.  I almost forgot what I was taking pictures of given how natural our conversation was.  Within a few minutes, the hits are ready.

Kyle hands the spoon and a lighter over to Bridgette.  As she places a flame under the spoon, she continues to make eye contact with me and listen intently about the last catering gig I did. "Weird," I think to myself.  "This seems so natural.  I thought I would be really tense and nervous but they're really making me feel at home."

She slowly back draws the syringe, filling it with a dark brown liquid as Kyle ties his bandana around her arm.  I see it pierce her skin before she slowly injects it.  I can't imagine what she's feeling, so I ask her. 

"Like home," she responds.  "Like home."