Upon a series of failed and printed nightlife portraits, liquid paper, red sharpie, an old bottle of sepia ink and a pointy object I started scratching and drawing on top the pictures. I wanted to portray the frustration of being stuck with bad habits that flourish during these late night social meetings. Alcohol, cigars, drugs and hangovers destroy us but we keep consuming them. In this representation, subjects are destroyed with intervention to the point that just enough is left to recognize there was someone underneath, but it is left unclear who it was or what he or she was doing.