Brooklyn: I used to always view Brooklyn out my window.
I was adopted. There were fifteen of us and none of us had the same dad. A couple of years in we all got separated from our birth mother. She went to prison. She was an addict.
I found out I was adopted when I was nineteen and that’s part of the reason I’m out here. It messed me up. I was lied to. I’m not out on the street by force. It’s really because of pain.
BW: Pain from what?
Brooklyn: Being lied to and not knowing. I mean, I didn’t know who I was.
I recently had an event… Thursday I OD’ed [on heroin]. It was not good. I’m catching hell from it right now. This is my eighth time.
BW: You think you’re trying to kill yourself?
Brooklyn: No, I’m just a thrill seeker. I regret ever touching dope. I look back at my pictures when I was younger with my adopted mother. I love you Mom. I’d love to be there [back home] now. I hate this.
Part of these collections: Opiate Addiction