I was visiting with Garrick at my loft in Los Angeles about a month or two ago. He was supposed to leave the next day to turn himself in to the Las Vegas police department for a variety of outstanding warrants. We spent a little bit of time talking about what had led up to this point in his life, and the possibility that he would be going to prison for a number of years. I was curious about how this would affect the people closest to him, namely his grandmother. So I asked him how it made him feel to knowing how his actions had affected her.
I waited a few moments for that to sink in, and I took this photograph.