my client complimented me tonight, said I had nice strong hands.

of the three massages I gave on tonights shift, he was certainly the most interesting. an older fellow from Las Vegas...Started telling me about all the massages he gets at the hotel where he works. Ho hum, I thought and set to work. As I worked on his stiff shoulders, he began to tell me about his wife, of twenty-five years, who just died of cancer and how he'd nursed her through it. Oh man, I thought, how do you survive that? Certainly made my little heartbreak seem pretty small in comparison.

But he seemed to be doing OK, he's travelling, getting massage and visiting the kids(they didn't have any of their own) that he and his wife helped put through college. One of them is an artist, he'd just gone to see her show...

Then he went on to tell me about his hippy days on Haight-Ashbury in the sixties and all the LSD they did with their professor, trying to find out what it's all about.

People are pretty strange, and strong.

Gives me a bit more faith in the human race, hearing stories of love and strength.

Plus, he tipped me a twenty! Whoohoo!