Me, at Jim Morrison's grave, Pére-Lachaise Cemetery, 1997 I am awake. Suddenly, two hours into a night's sleep. I was sleeping soundly, and then I am just awake. And can't go back to sleep. Perhaps it's that subtle yet persistent ache in my right shoulder that comes and goes at random - the mark of being 40. Maybe it's too much coffee or too little dinner.
A 2am Conversation with Jim Morrison
A 2am Conversation with Jim Morrison
A 2am Conversation with Jim Morrison
Me, at Jim Morrison's grave, Pére-Lachaise Cemetery, 1997 I am awake. Suddenly, two hours into a night's sleep. I was sleeping soundly, and then I am just awake. And can't go back to sleep. Perhaps it's that subtle yet persistent ache in my right shoulder that comes and goes at random - the mark of being 40. Maybe it's too much coffee or too little dinner.