To understand the actual history of droll...the pain of droll, one must first be indoctrinated into the world by which, and through which, the droll consciousness emerged. One cannot hope to gain a lucid droll perspective without digging into that murky, fetid, Petri dish of youth that is the Valley of the Sun. No being could sprout from its ground, suckle its teat, and gnaw continuously on its pacifier of marginality without being truly affected for the rest of its days. Droll is certainly not the exception. No, the fever filled dust that corrupts the lungs and hangs in the sky on late August afternoons, in formidable monsoon walls, is the stuff of which droll is made.