“Day after day after day. The same commute back and forth to work, to the same dictation of illegible paperwork. The sun sits so high in the cloudy skies. Totally lost track of all time. The same corner store lunch, from the same corner store clerk. Winter days fly by swiftly when you have three jobs and only paid for one. Is the week over yet? A cold one would be good right about now. No, no, no. Almost forgot, can’t afford to get another one. Four nights a week in those run down elementary schools. Thank goodness for that final signature, it’s finally over. It will only take a moment. They won’t be able to tell, I’ll just have one. Quickly to the corner with no time to spare. Just drink it in the car on the way there. Rush hour turns into three. Still not hungry. Welcome home to an empty refrigerator and dirty stove. Won’t have a cold one just yet, maybe just a small glass before we dine. Endless bills to pay. That's been the easy part.”
An on going self portrait series challenging the idea and reality of being perfect. This segment of the series explores the familiar but unspoken subject of alcohol abuse and post traumatic side effects of children of alcoholic parents.