‘After a friend’s birthday in March 2018, we arrived home at 5:30am and he threw up in the driveway. Shots and strong doubles had consumed us with no concern for our overdrawn bank accounts. We’d danced, laughed, danced some more, and had semi-philosophical-sometimes-existential-but-mostly-nonsensical-conversations while we smoked on the roof terrace.’
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