A dear friend of mine passed away, 5 months after her 21st birthday. She overdosed on heroin, in the middle of winter. The loss was the deepest pain I have ever felt in my entire life. I took this photograph when I visited her grave, exactly one month after she died. I watched the water drops slide down my windows, one by one. I couldn't tell whether it was the rain or the tears blurring my vision. What I remember most from that day was Balance and Composure playing through my speakers and how I couldn't get up the nerve to get out of my car.