I remember when he was killed. I was a senior in high school and pretty broken up about it. I remember standing in the gym that day, and none of my "popular" friends really cared or even knew about it. I remember looking over at the "dopers," and they were all sitting in a circle on the gym floor talking silently. They were very serious and some of them had stricken looks on their faces. I remember thinking that they were surely talking about Lennon, and that they'd understand how upset I was. I wanted to go over there, but, the thing is, if I'd walked over to them and sat down with them, they'd have snubbed the "social girl" and told me to get lost. And then my friends would have looked at me like I was a leper for trying to talk to the "dopers," and told me to get lost.
Ahh high school cliques . . .
Edited to add: my favorite is John, but Paul comes in a very close second.
Godspeed, John.
