12/08/1980

He was such a smart-ass. I was in a mental hospital on that day, quite frankly. His assasination made me realise I didn't belong there. I liked John Lennon. Hard to believe it's been almost 26 years. Dang....I have come so far since that day, yet I'm always in fear I will end up back there. I always remember something John said...."I'm not afraid of death, it's like getting out of one car and into another." When I think about it...he's right, because I think I've seen it. John's music was like a concrete floor...you could get scraped up on it....and you could settle on it. A very fierce tenderness, to paraphrase someone much better with words than me.