Smile High Club

I met Jai when he pulled me out of a pool of my own vomit three years ago at a house party in Nedlands. I’d been going through a phase where I would pilfer my Mum’s painkillers and kiss the ugliest boys I could find. I'd spend the mornings after watching myself unravel in reverse through my friend's bemused recollections of me threatening to fuck the sadness out of them, hospital records and the baleful lens of social media. Obviously, I immediately fell in love with him as I did with any boy who rescued me from myself and we spent months playing an elaborate game of sex chicken, which neither of us won in the end.