...after all these years, December 8th 1980 is still one of the worst days of my life...and to Mark David Chapman, may you die in jail;
Yeah, I still remember vividly when I first got the news...I woke in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep, so I did what I generally did which was to turn on the radio with hopes of drifting off to sleep. But as soon as I did, the station was airing the horrible news. ...I cried like a baby and needless to say, I never got back to sleep and called in sick to work, which was unheard of for me. I was a complete wreck and stayed stoned for most of the next day, breaking down again from time to time, and just wandered around aimlessly from room to room like someone at sea with no compass. Lennon and Thoreau both had a profound affect on me as a young man in my formative years... they both introduced me to a new way of thinking and a different way of viewing myself, life in general, and the world around me.
I get that people who grew up listening to him have a stronger connection and fond memories, but the guy was a piece of shit. He was an abusive husband and a horrible father. https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20201207-how-john-lennon-was-made-into-a-myth
