NICOLE
FRIENDS.
The type of friends I had back then were the type to dunk a bottle of gin down your throat all in the spirit of Yolo. The type that encouraged you to strip naked at a music concert full of horny men that were definitely carrying chlamydia more than half of the people in the planet.
And the type that thought doing vandalizing public property in the spirit of having fun meant being cool, meant showing off to the world that you were rich enough to get away with some of the most illegal shit in Miami.
The type of friends gracing my ecru Millesimo seats however were so different. More like mother gathering at a boring book club and don’t get me wrong I enjoyed their company. Wine and dining? That I fucking loved. However, their questions…
