Jim Morrison Talks About His Florida Pardon
Jim Morrison, Lead Singer of The Doors rock band, died July 3, 1971, at age 27, and is buried in the Père Lachaise Cemetery, in Paris, France.
Yesterday, word came down here, and I mean six-feet down here, that I’ve been pardoned in Florida.
Man, that sure takes a load off. If there was any oxygen down here I'd light up a joint.
It’s been botherin’ me for a long time. Got under my skin in Paris, and, got me to do a lot harder stuff than I was used to. Darn’d near killed me…In fact, it did kill me!
But I have got to thank Florida Governor Charlie Crist. I don’t think he was at the concert in Miami. In fact, I don’t remember myself being at the concert. I was that intoxicated. I kept telling everybody to keep those 12-packs away from me.
About all I do remember is thinking that after all that beer I'd better take a leak, and I unzipped my trousers. Next thing I know the whole place goes hostile; the guys quit playing; and the cops show up.
C’mon, brother.
Governor Crist...and the Clemency Board: Thank you.
I was convicted of something every man in the world does several times a day. Pulling down the fly on his pants.
If they wanted to arrest me the cops should have followed my Mustang more often. Or paid a snitch to co-opt my drug buys.
And, hey! If you think being buried in a French cemetery is pleasant, you should try it. I can’t even get a beer down here.
Man, that sure takes a load off. If there was any oxygen down here I'd light up a joint.
It’s been botherin’ me for a long time. Got under my skin in Paris, and, got me to do a lot harder stuff than I was used to. Darn’d near killed me…In fact, it did kill me!
But I have got to thank Florida Governor Charlie Crist. I don’t think he was at the concert in Miami. In fact, I don’t remember myself being at the concert. I was that intoxicated. I kept telling everybody to keep those 12-packs away from me.
About all I do remember is thinking that after all that beer I'd better take a leak, and I unzipped my trousers. Next thing I know the whole place goes hostile; the guys quit playing; and the cops show up.
C’mon, brother.
Governor Crist...and the Clemency Board: Thank you.
I was convicted of something every man in the world does several times a day. Pulling down the fly on his pants.
If they wanted to arrest me the cops should have followed my Mustang more often. Or paid a snitch to co-opt my drug buys.
And, hey! If you think being buried in a French cemetery is pleasant, you should try it. I can’t even get a beer down here.
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