The first time Pamela saw Jim onstage it was at a cavern called Bido Lidos, and everybody wanted to see “the gorgeous, hot and divine singer” of the new band The Doors. Pamela recalls: “Jim Morrison was so out of control that it scared people. It scared me close to imaginary death, and I loved it. His defiance was catching, and we all wanted a piece of it.”
Pamela had a friend who rented the house above the Country Canyon Store in Laurel Canyon. One afternoon Pamela was alone at the house and she heard some familiar music. It was “The End”, and Pamela was very surprised because The Doors didn’t release a record yet. She went out wondering who had this music and she went to the right next door! She was excited. The door was open and she could see the naked back of a young man wearing leather trousers. He was Jim Morrison. Pamela ran away from there to her house. When her girlfriend came, Pamela told her the whole story and her friend suggested her to visit him.
Pamela remembers herself lying in Jim Morrison’s Persian rug when she realized that she wasn’t alone. There, there was Pam Courson, a redhead lady who was Jim’s girlfriend and asked Pamela to leave.
When Pamela left, she heard a closing door behind her and some steps. It was Jim who asked her what things she had to get high. Pamela had Trimar and marijuana. Trimar was a very dangerous drug but she didn’t know it at that time, and both had a little. She recalls: “But on that sunny day in `67, I gave Mr. Morrison the quart jar, and soon we were rolling around the floor like old friends”.
One other night The Doors were playing at The Hullabaloo Club at Sunset and Vine and she was the only girl at backstage when Jim came, and both took again Trimar and got high. They were there until they heard the first chords of “Light My Fire” and he left, but Pamela followed him and she walked right onstage with The Doors and stood there until a roadie told her to leave. She saw the show from the sings, her favorite point.
When the show got over, Jim left with Pamela in her ’62 Oldsmobile and they cruised the wild Hollywood night. She recalls: “I had my head on his shoulder and he was calling me `darling.` It was a sweet summer dream come true. I had hopes for the future when I dropped him off at that little motel across from the Roxy (even though it wasn`t there yet.) He told me to come by and see him the next day. He gave me a wet kiss and a tender, penetrating look like in those famous, shirtless magazine photos. I was on cloud twenty-two.”
The next night, when she went to the motel, she realized that Jim had already left.