Charlie, Jess, Ryan and myself. Hadn’t seen these ones in years. Didn’t even know Ryan and Jess lived here in Los Angeles. Charlie and I grew up together. Met the summer between fifth and sixth. We’ve grown a lot taller and wider since, but here we are, in the same picture. Can’t help but smile thinking about the all things we’ve done and lies I’ve told my parents to do them. But I always made my curfew. Was glad to see my friend.

These are my friends. The kind that when asked to bring a chair to a party in my empty apartment, bring a couch.

I was about as low as hell, for a long time, before I met these people. I’m so lucky, and I know that well.