I got myself to the subway and found the place out near Greenwood subway station. Heart pounding with nerves and excitement, I made my way through the door. I perused the wall of selection (still back in the day when you just picked from a roster of images on the wall) but was soon disappointed that there was no Winnie the Pooh like I wanted. UGH. Now what? Oh wait!!! Whats that one there? If I can’t have what I came in for, then I am more than happy to leave with that one right there, please.
“My inspiration came from a dirty magazine I had hidden under my waterbed mattress”
I made my way to the counter. So I need to describe him to you. He was tall, lanky, leather vest, long ZZ-Top beard, cigarette in his mouth and his voice was deep and raspy like he was gargling with dirt. Oh, and he only had one leg but didn’t have a prosthetic or use a cane. He just ‘hopped’ wherever he needed to go.
So there I am, 18, scared shitless, hair all feathered and a conk shell choker. I look him straight in the eye and say “I would like that Thumper from Bambi but in pink on my…………..bum please” *gulp*. He sighed and rolled his eyes then led me to the back hopping on his one leg. I am sure he was swearing up a storm in his head as I lay there with my super flat ass out for him to have to touch for the next hour or so. *shrug*.