In the Sixties, she fucked Jim Morrison. He wrote "LA Woman" about her.
In the Seventies, she told Steve Martin his act was corny but might go over better if he wore a white suit.
She became one of the best writers on LA, sex and culture. Very funny, smart and wise.
Unfortunately, she set herself ablaze lighting a cigar while driving in '97. Third-degree burns. Recovered and then rediscovered as a writer about 10 years ago.
Goodbye baby and amen.