“You complain about the Night Mother not talking to you? How about actually having your mother as a Daedric Lord, and plotting with and against the ...ods and other Daedric Lords, with your life in the balance? And not just your life, oh, no, not just my own life, but the fate of the entire world! Those are the stakes in the game I’m playing. I make my moves, people live or die by my actions, and if I guess wrong, the world could die. And now, look at what you’ve done, without even knowing, as a. Jim Morrison lived in a clapboard house near the little market that still serves as the canyon's only commercial outpost.The canyon was a place where the new rich -- rock stars, writers, film actors, and drug dealers -- came to live. They braved the mudslides and the monumental traffic tie-ups just to call the Laurel Canyon home. Sully lived on Lookout Mountain Drive, a steep upward grade off Laurel Canyon Boulevard that made Marylyn Perry's Mustang convertible work extra hard. Marilyn pulled. The wind was simple sucking out away any moisture, and living skin like dry sponge. Quietly approached my almost sleeping daughter, and I could not resist the urge to swipe the ice glass with small droplets of condensation covering it's surface on her non expecting skin. The moment I touched it on her shoulder, I saw it like the chain reaction goosebumps around the touch on her skin raising up in shape of circle, and this circle of goosebumps traveling over her hall skin, and her surprised. A limo, a town-car really, dropped me off in front of the house. The whole place was dark, still shrouded in long shadows. From behind me, I heard our neighbor call my name. "Morning, Danny!"I turned to face him. "Morning, Jim." "Is Janet alright? She didn't look to well when she got home yesterday." I think she's probably fine," I said. We made small talk for a couple of minute. Normally I like to chat with Jim in the morning, but I wasn't really in the mood today. I guess I had my mind on.