This is a short and fun little accounting of a friend of Jim Morrison. It’s a quick read and has nice flow. It just also feels painted with rose-coloured glasses that makes it feel a bit askew and either filled with vague details and is sometimes interesting, sometimes boring. This reads like all the details you’d put down if you wanted a sanitized version of people to wax nostalgia with friends, which led to no emotional connection and punch, for me.