While history has stated that Jim Morrison died of heart failure in his Paris home, a new book penned by friend Sam Bernett, who owned the club Rock and Roll Circus, tells a different tale. According to the new tell-all, Morrison may have died from heart failure, but it wasn't in HIS bathroom:
Bernett's book...(available only in Bernett's native French!) alleges that Morrison was found slumped over in the club's mucky men's bathroom, and club bouncers dragged his dead body back to Morrison's apartment. Bernett's story was backed up by former Circus employee Patrick Chauvel, who says he was present the night Morrison was carried out.
Wow. That's, um...that's gotta be against the law, right? Tampering with an investigation? Dragging a corpse through Paris? Something? France...you have laws about this stuff or what? This is just like that time two years ago at Top Dog when I passed out in the bathroom and hit my head on the toilet, then awoke and commenced a violent up-chucking session only to be carried out by several bouncers while I screamed about their racist practices. Sure, we were all caucasian, but I couldn't find the proper words to express that they were being un-American. Because to me, the American thing to do would have been to call an ambulance for the poor girl who passed out after having her drink tampered with (I can hold me gin, people, especially when the only gin in me is half a martini). But Top Dog doesn't roll like that. No, Top Dog carries you out and puts you in the arms of your drunk friend and hopes you find your way home, and cares not if you have to wake up early the following morn to teach yet another friend the art of walking in four inch heels. So fuck Top Dog...and also this is nothing like what happened to Jim Morrison, save for the fact that we were both 27 when we were dragged from a club. But I wasn't dead. And I wasn't a rock star. And no matter how hard I try, I can't get anyone to call me The Lizard King. I'm so sad now.
Source: TMZ
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