I was at a friends bar and and was waiting at the end of the night for them to kick out everyone when I saw this drunken bastard about to vomit all over himself. The basic physical need of the body to release a poison paralleled with the undulating lights of the nightclub was too much for me and i had to snap the photo. There is regret written all over this image. The extremity of what this poor bastard has done to himself is what thrills me! I think the promise of more bad decisions on his part is what makes him a walking piece of art. Treating people like objects can turn them and their relationship to their situational enviornment into art.