not drinking buddies, not facebook chumps. true, true, friends.
you know, the guys who you can call at 4am and say 'wire me £500 please, I'm in deep trouble' or 'i've killed a dog and I am wearing it's skin as a hat, think I'm having a breakdown'
been thinking about this a lot recently - and my number is probably three.
btw, this isn't one-upmanship. if you say twenty, you'd clearly be lying.
so yeah, hit me with words if you like