I knew Dirk for more than 20 years. He was nothing but; giving, kind, hilarious, recited mine and other's favorite quotes from many movies, books, and quips.
Dirk lived in Gaithersburg, Md, very close to where I lived (with my roommates) before he moved to VA. So, I saw him often, he would come over, offer a huge bear hug and an equally huge smile.
He'd 'change his hat', metaphorically and physically. Dirk owned many wonderful, and unique flambouyant hats, cloaks, scarves, large fans, and many other crazy (in a good way) adornments and embelishments. Enought to inspire many of us in our alternative and comfortable 'scene'.
He would recite, from memeory, Shakepheare, Poe, my personal favorite quote from a series that aired on MTV's 'Liquid Television' back in the day.
Everytime I go out, I think, in fact, I know he must be around. It's surreal and terribly sad. A waste on someone so unique, loving, always ready to cheer a friend who is down.
I am Catholic and feel, maybe, 'The Dude Upstairs' wanted to have Dirk by his side. I miss him all the time. Our trust of each other, especially.