3 am Noodles and Tears
Why friendship matters at the edge of our inevitable mental breakdown.
Tam was so drunk that he fell asleep on our friend Mori’s sofa.
I was smoking on the balcony, drinking the water Mori shoved in my hands. ‘I’m hungry!’ I screamed, knowing that Mori was already putting the kettle on and taking frozen dumplings from the freezer.