That's what folks said to you when you went to work as a towel boy in a San Francisco bath house.
Did you listen? Heck no. You went boldly ahead offering towels and washcloths to all and sundry.
And look where that bold decision has brought you today.
There is hardly a fag in San Francisco that doesn't know your name.
I read that most of them have you on speed-dial, so sought after
are your towel and washrag services. Be proud! Stand tall! Wash your hands!
If you can make a living doing what you love, I salute you.
You embody the entrepreneurial spirit. Carry on, oh wayward son!
Don't let folks here disrespect you. Just wash up as often as you can.
How nice of you to tell me a bedtime story about yourself. I guess after reading your story I can feel a little sorry for, since you’ve been through so much.
Kiss, kiss.