Do it all Doowad

Many of  you know of my friend Steve, otherwise known as "The Wad". When Steve was 18, his motorcycle went head on into a car out on I-70 and has been in a wheelchair (quadraplegic) ever since, 25 years on. 
Anyway, some people lift an eyebrow at hearing that his nickname is "Wad" and mine is "Doowad", but it doesn't mean "I do Wad" (or “did Wad”, even though Steve always introduces me as the “guy I lived with in Mexico” to which I add “but we’re just friends now”. "Wad" comes from all meanings of the word, Steve, as calm as he was, at times would lose patience (especially with us) and just shoot his wad, spouting off about God knows what. Also, he would get bothered by certain things and just kind of "wad up" like crumbled paper.
So, Tim was pretty much the source for both our nicknames. At parties, I would be like Cassady on Bennies, acting as Steve’s surrogate hands, helping with ‘refreshment’ (beer or otherwise), putting on miscellaneous visual or aural stimuli, fixing snacks, etc. I would get going so much that Tim called me "Do it all Doowad", inspired by some bit of Ella scat "doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah"

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