Coda Josh Grant

I spent the whole day in the garden. It's amazing how different it looks when you clear away the shit, the rubbish, the accumulation of stuff. Tumbleweeds. Actually, you don't have to clear away much of the shit for it to look incredibly different. Much better. Oh, duh, Fred! Why do we accumulate all this stuff that we never need? It's the way the world is geared, buy, buy, buy, consume, consume, consume, keep the wheels of the economy turning, it doesn't matter if you need to deplete the world's resources, or not. Or if you now have your shit stored on your verasnda A little pot, cuppa tea and off you go. No, I'm not trying to fill in my day. There is a certain sense of achievement in just maintaining your own place. It's kind of nice to see the change, kind of nice to have clean around you.

I think I might be getting bored, but shhhh, don't tell anyone. I've put so much effort into looking calm and relaxed and fulfilled. What next, Charity work? Fuck me.

Griffin “Griff” Burgess one of the guys Josh plays footy with on the weekends. Griff has never had a girlfriend and his favourite thing to do is get out of it and go out partying with his gay friends.

Lachlan really got into showing off. He really got to like people looking at him and admiring him. He likes it a lot, he likes posing for the camera.

Nigel has really got into showing off, and he has a lot to show off. Sexy Nigel. When you put all that time into training, I reckon you deserve the right to show it all off.

Evan Carmody, 35 year old, Good looking, in a preppy kind of way. His sexuality has always been a little indeterminate, but supposedly straight. He and Josh met at uni, he studied law, but never became a lawyer.  His great aunt left him money just as he finished uni and he became quite good at investing money. He lives in Carlton, not far from Josh He's friends with George Ben reckons Evan is in love with Josh

We bump into James’ sister out shopping in Harvey Normans in the city. She has been observing us unbeknownst to us. She spotted us and was sneaking up to surprise her adored brother James when I did something that made her stop, I’m not sure what, but she pretty much realised what was going on. Apparently, I touched him in the electrical goods section. She was cool and hostile when we finally spoke. Ah, sisters? They are protective of their pretty younger straight brothers. She did that creepy women's intuition thing and she knew. Exhale. She hates me.

I saw Tommy this morning. We met up in the street. He's good, enjoying life with Angelo. He came over and told me a story, he said he couldn't tell anyone else but me and that he had to tell someone. Tommy is doing some sort of work at a law firm, it is something Tommy's father organised, you know, to get ahead of the game. Tommy's dad pulled in some favour and there he is, getting experience at a corporate law firm on the two days he has off from uni. So, he is pretty busy. He's got a supervising partner, John Smith, everyone calls him J for short. He's the youngest partner, whizz kid, dashing and handsome, thirty eight year old, married with three daughters and he has taken a keen interest in Tommy, wants to help him personally with his career, nothing is too much trouble. John took Tommy down to his beach house at Flinders to work on a difficult matter that he was sure that Tommy would be interested in. Tommy had always got the feeling that John was flirting ...

“Hey, Josh. Josh. Hello. Hello.” Pippa was in her garden with an enormous sun hat on, waving. “Pippa?” “Tommy got some work experience with a law firm.” “Oh, that is great.” “Did you have something to do with that?” “No, not me.” 2011 “You sure.” “Yes, sure,” I said. “So, I don’t have to thank you.” “No thanks required, Pippa.” “You are telling me the truth?” “You are sounding like my mother.” I laughed. “Really, Josh, how often do you lie to your mother?” “I never lie to my mother, Pipa.” “So, why would she ask you then?” “It was just an expression.” “Oh god, I hate talking to lawyers.” Pipa laughed. “That’s kind of unfortunate, considering your job, Josh.” I exhaled. “Oh Josh, I am just playing with you now.”

There was a knock, knock, knock at my front door, early. It was one of the few days where I’d managed to sleep in. Knock, knock, knock! “Oh.” Knock, knock, knock! “Seriously?” Knock, knock, knock! “Go away!” Knock, knock, knock! “Jesus!” Knock, knock, knock! “Ohhhhhh.” I dragged my sorry arse from the warmth of my bed. “Kill them now!” 2011 I pulled on track pants and a hoodie. Knock, knock, knock! “Coming!” I swung the door open to see Beth standing there, punching a fisted hand into her other hand. “Josh, Josh, Josh.” “Beth. Good morning. “Josh, Josh, Josh.” “Beth?” “Josh, Josh, Josh.” “Beth?” “Have you ever thought I was Jesus, Josh?” “What?” “You have never thought I was Jesus, Josh?” “No, Beth, I have never thought you were Jesus.” “Never, Josh?” “Never, Beth” “Oh, okay.” “Why do you ask, Beth.” “I’ve been reading, Josh, that people think schizophrenics think they are Jesus, or God?” “But, Beth, you are not schizophrenic.” “No Josh, I’m not, but people think I am.” “Do you think y...