Whatever Mum’s saying’s drowned out by

Whatever Mum’s saying’s drowned out by the grimy roar of the bus pulling away, revealing a pub called The Rabid Fox. The sign shows three beagles cornering a fox. They’re about to

get a nasty surprise. Once they bite into it, they'll be turned into snarling beasts themselves. Dreamily, I wander into the street toward The Rabid Fox pub. Mum is shouting, but

it's nearly impossible to hear her when she stuffs her mouth full of moth balls. So, unable to hear my mother's warning, I aimlessly wander into the pub. To my surprise,

my father was there. I recognized him from that half burnt photo I found in the trash when I was 6. "You left us & now my mother stuffs moth balls in her mouth. I hate you."

But deep down inside, I knew I didn't hate my father. My God, he WAS Jim Morrison, after all. Still, he'd hurt me & Mom was now outta her mind. "Where have you been?!!" I screamed.

Jim Morrisson, and did I mention this is THE Jim Morrisson, admitted that he was weirdly absent. However, as this was the strangest life he had ever known, he couldn't quite

complain, because his life was so strange that only normalcy would seem weird to him. So Jim Morrison swaggered down Hollywood Boulevard, gazing intensely at his reflection in the

shiny hubcaps of Leadbutt McMealymouth's '48 Tucker. Leadbutt walked out of the Whiskey-A-Go-Go to find Jim Morrison hugging his tire & crying about "another side of perception."

Leadbutt McMealymouth pretended to understand and helped Jim Morrison up and away from the tires of his '48 Tucker. Leadbutt suggested transcendental meditation and palmed him off

onto the other Doors who were looking at his wheels ss well. then Leadbutt drove away to check out the Fillmore scene. He had understood what Jim was babbling about perception.