This evening I enjoy my favorite bottle of Pinot Grigio while viewing Oliver Stone's vision, The Doors.I don't think I could ever get tired of this film.
I'm fairly certain that my soul belongs back in that era.
Oh, Jim Morrison, what a hot mess you were.
Not too much different from the person this movie will always remind me of. No matter how many years pass, those memories and feelings of complete manipulative toxicity always surface.
Sometimes I wonder how he is doing, totally locked away from society...
"Do you hurt? What hurts you the most?"
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