Oscar’s eyes fall to the camera in my hands. I’m ready for him to tell me he’s not my subject, but then he says, “Not really.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “I care more about when he does them. If I’m not around, he knows I’ll be pissed.” He pauses for a second, considering something before he says, “The first time he took LSD, he tried to take off all his clothes and jump into a fountain.” He snorts into a laugh at the memory. “He got a toe in the water before I intervened.”
