Whatever, there’s nothing inherently wrong with celebrity. Charismatic performers cannot avoid fame, for better or worse. That’s why they need press agents. And bodyguards.
John’s assassination taught me what I already knew, but needed reminding. Evil won’t disappear unless the human race also disappears. The devil doesn’t walk around with horns, red suit, pointy tail and pitchfork. Instead, he’s another face in the crowd, twisted inwardly by envy, hatred and fear.
John’s murder didn’t undermine my faith in the essential decency of most people. I still enjoy listening to original Beatles albums on CD. Recently I gave a new “Sergeant Pepper” CD to my grandchildren Rachel (6), and David (4). They loved it. So John lives on.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
My So-Called Literary Career
John Lennon and Me
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