OH! DARLING March 21, 1968

Lucy finally woke up, gave me a kiss and suddenly decides to rush off. I don’t even think that he remembers that Sadie’s gig is tonight. I heard them fighting. I think it was about the producer wanting to dump Jojo as a guitarist. They said his sound was lazy, but Jojo is anything but. Truthfully, he’s soulful and feels the music that he plays. I hate to say this, but people aren’t being treated with an equal respect. The 12th Street Riot recently happened and that’s what brought Jojo to New York. His baby brother died in the midst of all the chaos. People were quite distraught that day and there are obviously unsettled matters between races. There have been groups that have been segregated and prejudged only because of the colour of their skin. I myself don’t agree with that because I know that these are great people once you get to know them. But not everyone has such a welcoming and open heart.

Sadie broke the news to him before the gig and he got angry. So he took it out on stage and annoyed Sadie so much that it made her leave. I was quite angry as well because Lucy didn’t show up. She said she’d try, but I guess it was all the top scientists from Columbia that have come in to work for the defence department. I guess there was a huge demonstration on the campus to protest it. It was probably Paco’s idea to radicalize; I guess handing out leaflets, lie down in the middle of the street and give flowers to the cops. I just wish she would try harder. She has no time for me anymore. All she’s been talking about is Paco, Paco and Paco. The man is a Lothario, a Don Juan, a shagger— what we Limey’s call a seducer of young and vulnerable women. Lucy fails to notice because she ignores it all the time. Every time I come by, there’s about fifty people there; there’s one bloke licking stamps and the other forty-nine, well, they’re all female. It’s no exaggeration. This was our first fight.

She insisted that I knew nothing about him and that I haven’t been listening to what he’s got to say. Well I’ve heard it. I’ve heard it all, and it’s really doing nothing for me. I have no opinion for it. According to her, all I’ve been doing is doodles and cartoons. I’m sorry I’m not the one with the megaphone, but this is what I do.

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