But that night, as we sat in our drenched clothing, happily wasted on a stranger's top shelf booze, watching our friends and neighbors party like they were living in an F. Scott Fitzgerald fever dream. For the first time in a while, the future seemed, well, promising. And maybe it was the painkillers mixing with the booze, or maybe it was sheer stupidity, but in that moment, I was just drunk enough to believe it. YOUR FRIENDS & NEIGHBORS 2.01 | We're Here Until We're Not

















