Coda Josh Grant

The city was alive New Year's Eve, with lots of hot boys all heading somewhere. Chatty, sexy, full of bravado. Sexy wog boys in tight jeans. The tram was seemingly full of them, with their girlfriends and in packs. Everybody was happy, laughing, smiling, eager for some fun. You could feel it, there was a definite vibe. The girls were hot, they looked the part, hanging onto their men. Daniel and I caught a tram to Victoria Harbour, and we didn't have to pay, New Yeart’s Eve, everybody was free to travel. We headed down La Trobe Street to a boat belonging to a friend of Daniel's. Some surgeon. The boat was a big cruiser. Moored amongst all the other big cruisers. They formed a boat deck all the way up one side of Victor Harbour. The people who live on the sea. The food was laid out, as was the booze. “Hello.” “Oh hello. “Come in.” “Pleased to meet you.” “Make yourself at home” “Eat drink.” There were security guards who only allowed the guests into the mariner. The fireworks ...

I love living in the inner suburbs of Melbourne. When I go to work, it is an easy walk into the CBD. It is almost meditative. Such a great way to start the day. Some days, during my time off, I take my camera and leave the house. Chubby doesn’t always understand when I leave him at home. He runs to the front door and never takes his eyes off me as I close the door. Now that is disappointment. I love it being a tram city, no matter where I walk to, I can always catch a tram home, if need be, if I walk my feet off my ankles. I love that it is a black city. I fit right in with my dressing style. And it never goes out of fashion. I love it that it is the home of coffee. I can always stop at a coffee bar and get a pick me up. I love the parks and gardens to stop in after walking, or to walk through, you know, to keep going. I love the beauty of the architecture, the best example of a Victorian city outside of London, of course, that was before they let the property developers demolish half ...

We were talking about the WA politician chair sniffer. Nick believed it was disgusting. I thought it is just what people do, dirty secrets and all that. The only difference here was that he admitted to it. Murray asked, “Well, have you sniffed someone’s chair?” “Um.” I had to think and, initially, I thought that I hadn't. “Have you?” asked Bruno. Then it came to me. A hot Italian friend, who I think is really cute, was staying with me. He had a mattress on the floor next to my bed. The next morning, when he was someplace else, I spotted his jocks, from the day before, lying next to his bed. “If you have to think about it…” said Nick. “I never thought I would ever be telling anyone this…” “OMG!” said Bruno. “But I picked them up and sniffed them.” They all laughed nervously. “That’s not the same thing,” said Murray. “Have you done the same thing,” said Bruno. “It’s not the same thing,” said Mike. “Sure,” said Murray. “But that’s not the same as sniffing someone’s chair?” “I sniffed ...

Everything will end, everything we now know will one day cease to exist. Everything has its time, and that is not forever. Nothing, with no exceptions, nothing lasts forever. Fffffffffft. The memories of us, you and me, which seem so strong, when we are long gone, will slowly drift off into the distance, until they become so small and so unrecognisable, and then, blip. Not a trace. It makes you wonder why? It makes some of us cry. At that thought, I touched the chair, and my cat, Milo, the skin on my face, took a look at this place, sniffed at the air just to remember the scent, like I could hold it, as it slowly slips from my grasp, even now. Seconds are lost, microseconds. Flakes of skin. Eye movement. Breath. All of this, one day. The future.

It's hot and sticky, just hot and sticky. I can't sleep. I'm liking summer less and less and we haven't got into the full detrimental effects of global warming yet. It's going to be putrid. We're never going to sleep again. Ever, in our lives. Melbourne is really humid now, where once it never was. It used to cool down at night, but not any longer. I wish I had more pot. I guess that's not the answer. We're all going to have to move to Tasmania, and cohabitate with the two heads.

I went to see Alice in Wonderland with Steve, Bruno and Murray and Nick at Imax. It was Nick’s idea. Oh, not only his idea, but he was the most enthusiastic. I wanted to hate it, but didn’t. It was quite good. It's not the original Alice in Wonderland story, it's an interpretation of what could have come next, or something. I haven't seen the original in years, so it was all a bit vague to me, to tell you the truth. Visually it was great. It kept my attention. I didn’t feel bore at all. It is nice to go to the local iMax. It's nice to walk there.