This is a photo from a performance peice I did for my Creative Process class, about how crappy it is to be 18 and living in evil suburbia were everything closes at nine, and there's nothing to do except get drunk and have sex and watch TV. I made some chains out of duct tape, and put them on my two best buds, Andria and Christine. I chained them to some calendars, to show how we're trapped by our age and time, and stuck them in a rainy strip mall parking lot at night with teenage paraphernalia. I'm no longer 18 years old, but sometimes I still feel crappy like that. (legal partying age in canada is 19)