Today’s throwback Thursday made me dig up 1992 photos of my visit to Jim Morrison’s grave.
It was so crowded; the Oliver Stone movie had come out the year before. These pictures are PAINFULLY nineties.
After finding these, I ended up looking up some of the people I was with on that Europe trip. I was convinced the women I found couldn’t be the right ones because they looked too old in their Facebook photos. And then I remembered: it’s been 21 years. These memories are drinking now; these memories are graduating from college.
Jim Morrison died 21 years before this photo was taken.
(Where are you now, black leather jacket guy?)
Zan’s teen feels are the best thing I’ll see all day.