These pictures, although divergent, tell a cohesive story of sorrowful dependence and abuse - one that is undoubtedly familiar to many Americans. The struggle begins before one can even walk. Mother passing the Heineken torch to son. He tries to push it away with his sinless little hands, but the mother unabashedly encourages him - "Don't worry, you'll get used to the taste. This will help you fit in amongst your friends, son." Brainwashed by the constant stream of alcohol advertisement, she knows no other way. We move forward to the teen years, and addiction has fully taken hold. Shot from above, we see hundreds of bottle caps cast in the shape of barf, symbolizing the countless beers consumed as a reckless young adult. They're thrown down the hatch with no regard, and sometimes they come back up. It's vile, it's hopeless, and it only gets worse. She wakes up twenty years later in a twin bed with a nasty hangover on a Tuesday afternoon. No job, no husband, and clearly no style. She's fastened to her addiction; stuck just like this picture is to filthy bubble gum in a forgotten alleyway. Although she is the focus, she is dependent and all alone, in a world that is filthy and unforgiving.