A Dead Man's Diary

Chapter 7 - John

Dear diary,

Good morning! I managed to sleep on a couch in the library, so it was a better night than before. I'm still very tired, but that's probably because I'm hungry. Also, I drank a lot of water from the washbasin, so I'm a bit nauseous. But I'll be fine.

If I manage not to vomit, I'm going to start making music again today. I think I'm just going to perform some old Beatles songs. It'll probably sound a bit different on a ukulele, but that's the only instrument I have right now. Maybe I'll get a little money for some food. Okay, I shouldn't have brought that word up. Now I have to vomit.

Remind me to NEVER drink from the washbasin again. Anyhow, I've made a list of songs I want to perform. I think I'm going to stand in front of the shopping mall, since that's the most busy place here.

I've just started with some simple songs from the Please Please Me album, and you're not going to believe this! Yes, there's a whole crowd standing around me, watching "The best John Lennon lookalike ever." Ha! They should know who they're really watching! I think I have enough money for a nice meal tonight. That's great!

Eeh, I think I have a small problem... There's a cop watching me, and she does NOT seem pleased. Hopefully she doesn't recognize me from stealing the instruments. I'm a little nervous now, so I really want her to leave.

Help! She's coming my way. I see handcuffs and a gun. I don't want to die yet! I love my life way too much! Okay, that was a lie. But still, don't kill me, cop!

Update on former situation: I've been arrested for disturbance of public order, stealing several instruments, making music on the street without a licence and for swearing against a couple of policemen. Well, that last one was my own fault, but the others are really not fair! How could I know I needed a licence for making music? Stupid cops.

So, I'm in prison now. Why? I have no idea. Those stupid cops think they can arrest me for this nonsense? Hello, I'm John Lennon, guys! I'm not supposed to be a prisoner! Unless it's in a luxury hotel room, of course.

Let's see where I landed today. I'm sitting on top of a bunk bed, in a miniscule room with only one window. I see a small wooden desk in front of me, and under me there's a man lying on his bed. He's big, way too muscular and looks a bit scary. Oh, and he just called me pathetic because I'm writing in a diary and because I have a weird haircut. Well, I'm proud of my haircut! It made me famous! Plus, my hair doesn't need a lot of work, so that's nice.

Okay, the big scary guy is talking to me. What does he want? Leave me alone, creep! He seems mad. What did I do? He says I'm mumbling when I'm writing something down and that he hears everything. Oh, he says he's offended. And he's going to punch me. Wait, what? I don't want him to punch me! Help! Anyone? I'm too young to die! I have a family to look after, scary guy! Please don't punch me!