Coda Josh Grant

I open the front door and there is mum standing there. It is the first time I’d seen her since Xmas. “Hello,” she said. Diminutive, small. “Mum?” I knew Tim was getting out of the shower in minute. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Admittedly, I did stop to think about the state of play thus far. She didn’t call to say she was coming over. She always calls before she comes over. I’d just blown a joint, it was just beginning to hit, and yes, I may have hesitated. “You?” “Don’t even try to be funny, Josh,” said Amanda. She pushed passed me and entered the house. “It is me who is angry with you, we both know that.” My head had barely got around that, when naked Tim stepped into the hallway. And from where I was standing, Amanda copped the full show. Tim had had some of my joint, and he’s not even one for joints, so he was kinda slow. He raised his hand to eyes to shield them from the sun, now flooding in the front door, to see who it was. Then he slipped the towel in front of himself. “...

We headed up to Granma Lilly’s farm at Kyneton for Xmas. It was a Grant family Xmas thing, us heading up Xmas Eve. It’s a large country house that slept 20, or something, with its built on, and then built on again, verandas, which had over time morphed into a huge rambling farm house. Mum, dad, Daniel, me, and Jeff Xmas eve. Mum’s sister Rosalyn and her husband Michael, and their sons, Morrison, Mitchell and Marcus would be coming up Xmas day. 300 acres stretching along the river, the back garden facing west, green grass seemingly all the way to the setting sun. Grandma Lilly’s lime drink in a glass jug, and her madeira cake and shortbread, and, of course, pots of tea bought out to the rear deck where we sit to watch the afternoon fade. Grandma Lilly asking questions and telling stories. There was roast lamb for dinner. Red wine. And peaches and jelly and rice pudding and ice cream. Then fruit cake and sherry. “Mum let me help you?” says Amanda. “No darling, sit down you already do too...

"Would you get married?" asked Nick. "Nah, I don't reckon..." "Why are you against it?" "I'm not against it for everyone else, I'm just against it for me." "So, its alright for everyone else, but not for you?" "It's choice, Nick. If people chose to get married, then they should have that choice." “But not you?” “No.” “Why?” “My parents are still married, and your parent’s are still married, “Wogs.” “But how many other people do you know whose parents are still married?” “Oh… ah?” “Where is the sanctity they speak of?” “Well, they are not all going to work out?” “50 % end in divorce, Nick.” “That many?” “If someone wants to get married, then they should be able to, of course,” I said. “But, I’m not really convinced about the fervour with which we embraced an institution that has essentially failed heterosexuals.” “You are just too negative for words, Josh Grant,” said Nick. “Try being a glass half full…” “I don...

My days are free, if I get a phone call and I can do anything. I love it. Someone asked me the other day if I get bored. I don't even know what the word means, I answered. Oh, I'd be bored off my brain if I didn't work. I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I thought that was one of the saddest things I have ever heard.

Sex, there was sex. Parties, all night long. And lies, you know that was Nick, for sure. It was our EOFY Party. It’s annual. It is when we can all coo about what a great year we had, financially. I remember, I had Chad by both wrists, over his back, he was completely naked. Gordon and Owen had some sort of win against the tax man. I think it meant their tax structure held up against ATO scrutiny. “Same shit, different year,” said Gordon. We danced. The lights were fierce, or was that the drugs. Mike got all the drugs. I think it was Mike looking over my shoulder when I had Chad by the wrists. We were having role play. He was a young, hungry intruder and I had caught him in the mink room. I made a citizen’s arrest, and magically his clothes all fell away. And then Mike was looking over my shoulder; “Very tasty.” What? You thought the cloak room was private, a place where potentially every person present couldn’t possibly have a potential have a connection. Well, yes. “Ah, ah. Ah ha,” ...

It was a cold, bleak day outside, so I lit the fire as soon as I had put the coffee on to boil, as soon as I had got home. I'd been up half the night, pissing around, having adventures, writing great stuff. I liked it. You know what four points does, I assume. With Nick on a school night, what’s more. He just dropped in to use my place as a smoking den, as he didn’t want to drive off his face. He was meeting someone’s husband, the partner for who had left the state leaving him ‘unprotected.’ “You heard her say that?” “Whatever that means?” “Her husband…” “If I have it here, it’s not hitting me until I get to the front door of the CBD club, after a short taxi ride from Lygon.” “Is that why you always stop in here?” “You never listen, Josh. How many times do I have to repeat the same story? YES!” “Okay, I heard you.” Jees, he seemed angsty. “How many times do I have to tell you, your house is the perfect distance from the CBD.” “Yeah, sure I’d heard you say that before, but I never r...

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