Here's one from Cambodia of a glue sniffing kid. I remember this night well. I had been up for what seemed like a week making pictures and on this night I could do no wrong with my camera. Despite being exhausted, the energy that was flowing through my hands was palpable.
It was such a contrast to the depressing scenes of young drug-addicted kids and drunken tourists. I remember two women who wanted to help them but were powerless to intervene. I remember how the night began and ended. I remember being sweaty. I remember fighting off a cold the following days due to lack of sleep. Good memories and photos.