Back in 2007 I was drinking heavily and it was having a poor impact on my life. Earlier that year, a pill overdose while drinking landed me in the ICU for three days during which I nearly died. I knew my drinking was a major cause of strain between my dad and I. I just could not control it, and every time I drank, I would succumb to vast emotional depths. He didn’t know what to do. It even caused issues when we were in Havana and I can’t help but think of that with regret as I review these photographs. It is like a haunting of literal spirits.

I haven’t had a drink since January 12, 2009 and it is because of that my dad and I could forge a stronger relationship. I believe that he was relieved to see me finally grow up.