“My perfect number nine is exactly Nico Jackson,” the manager said. “We already have a number nine. It’s not summer now. If we could have a copy of Nico, that would OK.

So is the perfect number of friends one ride-or-die bestie who goes to bat for you when you lie at your high school reunion about inventing Post-It Notes?

The perfect number is simply that which helps you get by. But would we all be so lucky to have that one special friend who can tell you when to just shut the fuck up.