But I only got four houses past his garage apartment. That’s where I had a flat tire.
He came out to help me. And we ended up listening to the radio all night long. Lennon’s music was all they played over and over. And we both did a lot of crying. We got back together that night. But we didn’t stay together.
We went our separate ways and married other people. I stayed sober and feel blessed and grateful to still be alive. Better people than me….many people I loved, died of alcohol and drug-related injuries, illnesses, and suicide.
I did see Max again, shortly before he passed away. We played some chess. And listened to John Lennon’s “Imagine” on CD.
But I never loved Max more than the night John Lennon died.
