I was 22 years old, working in a restaurant in Hollywood. Someone heard it on the radio and said something as I was close to getting off my shift, but while I was shocked, it didn't completely register. It didn't hit me till I got in the car, turned on the radio and they were playing John's music. Then the DJ came on and spoke, and was clearly fighting as hard as he could not to just break down sobbing, and that was the point where I lost it, crying my eyes out. I don't really know how I made it home alive. I cried pretty continuously for the next two or three hours, until I was finally too tired to stay awake.
"I am an anti-imperialist. I am opposed to having the eagle put its talons on any other land." -- Mark Twain