Walter, Walter shining bright!
Your birthday!
I can only imagine that you have found the perfect cloud to rally your friends around for rampant FUN.
What a blessing it is when someone prances into one’s life bringing laughter and vibrant electricity!
Mid 80’s, Charleston…actually Sullivan’s Island…I had decided to morph my cookie clientele into a massage clientele…and Walter was to be the first victim.
I was unsure of this new venture and a bit nervous to actually be going through with it, but I needed to create more income and so…enter Walter.
I saw his Lexus drive up and park, I saw him climb out and walk towards the green house, I ducked into the now massage room to make sure everything was in order and just then the thirteen puppies escaped their fencing and as the front door opened and closed, I heard “What? Wait a minute! Whoops! Move puppy! You too! MOVE!” and then “Honey, I’m HOME!”, and there he was standing in my doorway, grin on his face and “Is this your plan? Stress your clients out and break their legs before landing your table? It almost worked!”
I excused myself so that he could undress and lie prone with towel draped and as I turned on the music he groans loudly, ‘Nooooooooo, not the floaty shit, please! Don’t you have something that’s passionate?”
Checking my cd’s quickly, I put on the soundtrack to ‘Phantom of the Opera’….and….”Now we’re talking, that’s more like it, okay, do your thing.”
That was how my first professional massage began.
How can it be that you left the planet so young, Walter?
They must have needed you up there, that’s all.
Happy Happy Happy Birthday.