Dr Light had an epic beard. It was the kind of beard that
would be worn like a champion. It was bushy, burly made for a lumberjack. It
was the kind of beard that would be a children's story. It was uneven
like some kind of hair mountain. His face the Andes, or the Himalayan. No
it was a Rocky Mountain man beard.
A close second to his beardly pride was his man-stache. It
was a saucy handle bar. He would with great care wax each side into a perfectly
round curly. Each side would be left pointing right back at his man face. Neither
side too short or long and always waxed. The Dr was proud of his facial fur. It was the
only area I knew him to take care as far as hygiene was concerned.
Dr Light had certain issues when it came to cleanliness. He
was a bachelor through and through thus he could not be bothered with doing
dishes or cleaning anything ever at all. In certain respects I share this
character flaw. I too have been known to be “dirty”. I was encouraged to alter
this aspect of myself and felt compelled to do so. The Doctor on the other hand
could not be bothered with such nonsense. There is a part of me that will always
envy his unwillingness to be molded.
This strong willed nature of the Doctor made him a genius
and a foolish hero.
When I first met the Doctor he was living with Beastron aka
Chainsaw. Maybe that is right, but it is likely I am wrong. Memory gets the
best of me at times and I must keep on track or I will stay lost. The sly path
of memory is full of wanted lies and half truths. We mix thing and with more
time it becomes difficult, then impossible to un-mix.
The Doctor was known to pound his fist in drunken fury
against Beastron’s flimsy rooming house wall. He would scream “Why do I love?”
often over and again throughout the night. He did this much to the great
dislike of Beastron. He and Dr Light had known each other before I came into
this hole. They lived with Super D in what was dubbed the Hotel D and B. Super
had sold acid and this is how I first encountered Super D. More on that later.
When I first spoke with Dr Light I was struck by how much
we had the same humor and demeanor. He like me was limited in his capacity to
understand emotion and to be more direct feminine emotion. I opened up to the
notion of science and music. We spoke in a Tuss filled jumble. Tuss destroys boundaries
and ages you back to childhood. I had taken in 8oz.
The rooming house the Doctor and the Beast stayed in was a
particularly fantastic shithole. There were parties in and out and up and down
and on the porch and on the balcony and across the street and back and into the
future and back in time and always with partners in crime.
So we spoke about things I knew I knew, or I just wished
someone had proved to me that I wanted to know. He had given life to the idea
of intelligence more than any school I had attended. We spoke for several hours
that night. Our conversation, and nearly every single one to follow for ten
years, always came back to the subject of truth and context. The Doctor would always
say: There is your truth, my truth and THE truth. So it is here I must begin to
tell you how it all came to unravel for a time.
