I wasn’t Dr. Miller’s only freaky employee. In the back I worked with Kai, a hard-drinking elderly gentleman. He was gruff, hilarious as hell, and took shit from no one. He put me in line on my first day, locking me in the freezer with the dead animals, a practical joke to be sure, but letting me know who was in charge. It turned out Kai was father of the great rockabilly star Gene Vincent. Gene died in his thirties, while he was visiting Kai in California. But Gene lives forever. I love Gene Vincent! “Be-Bop-A-Lula” motherfuckers!!!
