It’s 1996, I’m sitting on the floral couch of my oldest friend Daniel’s house in Raglan, a beach town off the west coast of New Zealand. We’ve only been friends for maybe, a few years but I say he’s my oldest friend because he’s the only friend who hasn’t used me for drugs.

“His name swayed in my consciousness, like hair in the wind. I could feel it being imprinted in the front of my mind and it might just stay, even after he leaves.”