Mrs Morrison's Hotel

The 100% personal official blog for Patricia Kennealy Morrison, author, Celtic priestess, retired rock critic, wife of Jim

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I was, wait, sorry, that's "David Copperfield". Anyway, I was born in Brooklyn, grew up on Long Island, went to school in upstate NY and came straight back to Manhattan to live. Never lived anywhere else. Never wanted to. Got a job as a rock journalist, in the course of which I met and married a rock star (yeah, yeah, conflict of interest, who cares). Became a priestess in a Celtic Pagan tradition, and (based on sheer longevity) one of the most senior Witches around. Began writing my Keltiad series. Wrote a memoir of my time with my beloved consort (Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison). See Favorite Books below for a big announcement...The Rennie Stride Mysteries. "There is no trick or cunning, no art or recipe, by which you can have in your writing that which you do not possess in yourself." ---Walt Whitman (Also @ and

Monday, July 09, 2007

In the Immortal Words of Hermione Granger...

What. An. IDIOT.

From today's NY Daily News:


Jim Morrison wanna-be killed in six-story plunge


Monday, July 9th 2007, 4:00 AM

An aspiring movie director who idolized Jim Morrison died when he went too far in emulating the rock star and fell six stories to his death from the ledge of his upper East Side apartment, cops said yesterday.

Justin Peterson, 27, was intoxicated and frolicking on his apartment's 5-inch-wide ledge about 2:30 p.m. on Saturday when he lost his balance and plummeted to the ground, police said.

He was pronounced dead on arrival at New York-Presbyterian Hospital Weill Cornell a short time later, cops sad.

"He was always saying, 'I'm going to die just like Jim Morrison.' 'I'm going to die in July.' 'I'm going to die when I'm 27,'" said his roommate Fulvio Brembilla, 29, who was not home when Peterson fell.

Morrison, lead singer of the rock group The Doors, died on July 3, 1971, at age 27 and was notorious for walking on building ledges and other daredevil antics.

Peterson had been drinking and twice was pulled back into his E. 85th St. apartment from the fire escape by two friends he had been partying with, police said.

The third time he went on the fire escape, Peterson made it to the ledge and fell, cops said.

Detectives questioned, then released, the two friends. No foul play is suspected, police said.

Peterson would occasionally show off by creeping along the ledge from the apartment's fire escape to the living room window about 10 feet away, Brembilla said.

"It was his trick, playing dice with death, like Morrison. So this is not entirely surprising to me," he said, adding that he once witnessed Peterson pull off the stunt.

Brembilla, an Italian actor, met Peterson in film school and worked with him in Italy before they moved to the East Side apartment together two years ago to collaborate on larger projects.

Peterson was about to begin filming his first feature film, a low-budget romantic comedy called "Stuck With Marty," Brembilla said.

"He was a great friend," said Brembilla. "It was a great project. This is a tragedy."

No, kid, it's natural selection in action: live by the stupid, die by the stupid. And also one way of thinning out the herd of no sympathy in this quarter. Jim, smack this guy upside his head, willya, honey??


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