This summer I spent seven weeks galavanting through Europe. One of my many stops was Paris, and being a Doors fan, I made a detour to the Pere Lachaise Cemetery to see my man Jim Morrison. Pere Lachaise is about 110 acres and is one of the most visited cemeteries in the world. With that said, I got lost about five minutes into my musical pilgrimage. The cemetery is winding, hilly and cram-packed. In fact, there are over a million internments. From the pictures below you can see what I was dealing with.
About an hour in, my friend and I did find Jim Morrison’s grave. But it seemed as though someone had beat us to it. A washed-up Australian hippie, decked out with his Doors-tee, was jamming out. He asked if I would please take his picture and then proceeded to pose in front of the grave, tongue out and flipping two very beautiful birds with both hands. I laughed, I’m sure looking a bit surprised, and all he said was this: “My ex-wife loved the Doors. Well you know what, that bitch left me and I am here and she isn’t. I am spamming this all over my facebook and tumblr. She can SUCK it.” I just gave him a high five. Enough said, dude.
Stop working and listen to these few Doors tracks, I’m sure you could use a break from real life anyway:
When I’m Gone. The End. People are Strange. The Celebration of the Lizard King.
