1965: Needing a job in Hawaii, being a haole from the mainland just arrived, dreaming of life in Paradise, a shy virgin nerd from the Pacific Northwest, I was out of my league being immersed in lusty tawdry old Honolulu walking distance from Waikiki. I would assume a very dirty job as a used car lot boy while attending private college run by the Catholics and visiting real life rubbing shoulders with the comings and goings of prostitutes frequenting my place of work.
At 16, I become long-term friends with classmate Denise in a lesbian encounter (new for me but not for her) A trip to the cinema and we encounter two Chinese men which leads to a pattern of promiscuous activity which lasts for several years and several stories.
The One button and the Zero button, the buttons that get pushed all the time, stopped working on Waldo’s microwave. The dead buttons bothered Waldo. Because of his piano keyboard. Most songs get played near middle C using maybe 52 keys. Waldo found that all those keys that never got used open up a new universe of music. Before Waldo was thru, even the god, herself, stopped weaving the tapestry of fate for a moment while she tapped what passed for a foot to a music never played before.