Jim Morrison's Story

Jim Morrison's Encounter with the Accident
Dawn's Highway



Jim Morrison, Los Angeles, 1968
Frank Lisciandro


       Ya know, the first time I discovered death - Me and my mother and father, and I'm not sure if my sister was there or whether she was alive or not, and my grandmother and grandfather, were driving through the desert at dawn...and a truckload of Indian workers had either hit another car or I don't know what happened, but there were Indians scattered all over the highway; bleeding to death.

      And that was my first reaction to death, and I don't know whether I'm crazy or what, but I had the feeling when that happened..like I didn't want to look back. I'm just this little...like a child is a flower, man, whose head is just floating in the breeze, man. But the reaction I get now thinking back, looking back, is that possibly, the soul of one of those Indians, maybe several of them, just ran over and jumped into my brain.


Jim Morrison, from "An Hour For Magic"
Frank Lisciandro, all rights reserved