Some people that I often saw in the back alleys were the heroin addicts who happen to be Nepalese. Most of them were sons of ghourkas that were born here in Hong Kong. They would laugh when I sang the only Nepalese song I knew. One day when I was standing there waiting for my friend lucky... who didn't show... one of them came up to me and said, "hey follow me we'll take some photos."
They were really nice guys so I didn't feel threatened in any way although I was kicking myself for not having my digital... I was merely armed with my holga and my waste of plastic diana f+ (totally useless indoors without the flash). We went in to the Chungking stairwells and they started their science. All of them except one said to not get their faces in which I replied, "ok." The thing is i don't even bother looking in the viewfinder with the holga... it's not exactly accurate. When I got the film back I found that I did a pretty good job at cutting out their faces.
There was blood everywhere -- after they shoot up they all dip from a cap in the middle of the floor and clean out their syringes... just squirting it all over the place. I had to laugh because I was trying to take photos with all this blood and syringes covering the floor. After they were "tore up" things got a little strange. They started grabbing my arm and being like, "hey man I want to tell you something..." They'd say something in Nepalese and start laughing like madmen. Anyways I uploaded one of the shots.
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