That was the day, right then and there. Smashed down to earth in a blue bus, bleeding to death. More laser-bored hole than not, he was still shooting and laughing at the enemy as they continued to come for him, eager to collect the million-pound bounty on his head and neck.
Then, across the worlds, Johnny saw Jimmy. Their eyes met, and he knew it was a good time to walk on. So he did.
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Beautiful Friend, The End (7/3/11) - In which we talk about Jim Morrison -- ALL of them. Magic, reincarnation, and rock and roll.
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