Excerpt from Lachie and Me

He sometimes puts up a comedy sketch on his snapchat story. Him in his room talking to his phone. There will be makeup and fake blood and other characters and juggling and ukulele playing. A one man show broadcasted from the bungalow at the back of his mum’s house. 

His parents are divorced and he rarely sees his Dad. He has his own kitchen and bathroom, and his room could fit mine within it several times over.  The stove is littered with old plastic drink bottles and half eaten bowls of noodles.

The shelves are covered with memorabilia from shows and achievements. Pictures of a cast, a prop from his school musical, the ticket to his first paid comedy gig. The movies stacked in the corner are all classics, the clothes piled on the floor all vintage. An abstract painting of his hangs above the bed. Next to it is a cork board with a note from his therapist. 

‘20 minutes of exercise daily’. 
‘Eat three main meals’. 
‘Have at least three social outings a week’. 

A formula for happiness.