Keys of narcotics would be transferred to a black site and while the convoys were en route I ordered agents to seize the drugs and dispose of them to the nearest airstrip. Awaiting my agent’s arrival there would be cartel members with black ski masks who then loaded a Boeing 737 with the keys of seized narcotics. With a full tank they were able to drop ship the keys in Chicago and New York City and still have enough to make it across to Europe. This operation happened several times throughout my entire time as being DEA administrator and each time this occurred the cartel would make more than if it wasn’t seized

My background states that I was born in raised in Chicago, Illinois

At age 5 she was forced to murder a traitor whom of which she had pointed out to her father. After gathering all the information that proved him guilty of treason to her father’s business that’s when he decided she was ready to pursue her role in the “family business”.

Good evening, I am the Acting Administrator of the DEA, Samantha Braxton, I am honored to be making my appearance in front of you

At the time I was under the impression that my father cared and loved me for me, but he didn’t. he only cares for one thing; his money. My biggest regret is when I pointed out the traitor in our business. If I could go back and keep quiet, I think I would have never been groomed the way I was.

To collect photographs is to collect the world”(Sontag 3) The view of a photograph from Susan Sontag. Susan is the author who wrote "In Plato's Cave" and she says early on in the story that when we take a photo its more meaningful then an ordinary picture, its a way to collect the whole world. She shows that there is a deeper meaning behind every photo that is taken

Between my 2 photos they both many differences but also similarities between the two of them

when I went to Colorado, I realized I want to go to college there and now I am working my way up to go there in 2 years

My portrait is of me in my private life, with a different attitude and mood then as if I was with others in public.

Those items were never meant to be the experience by themselves;, it is the photograph and the act of sharing it that becomes the experience people look forward to.

Told me that if I tried my hardest to just be like the other girls it would leave me alone; but it only dug deeper into me.

Humiliation that demanded to be heard through each piece of trendy clothing I own, and every angle of my pictures

Like a child aimlessly walking around a grocery store looking for their mother. “To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s mortality, vulnerability, mutability.” (Sontag, 15). I found shame. It laid dormant under my moments of busy work and new experiences that left me starry-eyed. Eating away at me wondering when I would notice that the longer I avoided it the more of myself I would lose.

I have spent the better half of my life carefully stitching together the best pieces of myself, and not for other people, but for myself

My selfies have always said, “Look how undamaged I am. Look how fine and idealistic I am!”. Living out a fantasy through a very filtered version of myself that I don’t even necessarily want.

Photography now is simply a game of chasing ourselves.

To start I love music, I have been in choir for almost all my life and music really has helped me through some bad times

Currently, I am working three jobs while going to school,

I like to fly by the seat of my pants, and enjoy life as it comes to me.

I just get these random bursts of energy I feel the need to express

But when it comes to me, and me being taken care of, things change. I’ll try to text people with whatever problem I have and sometimes they’ll attempt to help me. Some of them take hours to reply to each text. Some of them give me replies like “damn”, “oh i’m sorry”, and my favorite, “oh shit” because usually my problems reach that level of “what the hell do I reply to this?”. Some of them use the classic one liner: “well it could be worse”

I am poetic when I don’t mean to be. It hasn’t come out much recently but I swear it’s a thing

It means that other people view my life as total chaos but in my mind, all of my ducks are in a row

With my mom, I don’t know who I am. We aren’t clos

I have a terrible memory but I have vivid memories from my childhood. That’s my trauma.

I am not called by my birth name because my nickname suits me better