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Friday
YOU’RE GONNA LOST THAT GIRL April 4, 1968

I think that Lucy is on the verge of leaving me because of those things I said to Paco. Maybe I should’ve just trusted her more. I knew deep down that she wouldn’t do that to me and that I wouldn’t hurt her. But I don’t know if I could change what I’ve done. I was walking home and I came across the news on the television. Martin Luther King, Jr. was a man who struggled for equality and peace for the world between people. He was assassinated tonight. What a shame. I walked by Café Huh? and I heard a familiar voice. It was Jojo. He wrote up another song about what a place the world is right now. It shouldn’t be like this.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

We ended up staying at the Café all night and walked home quite tipsy in the morning. I told him to come up, but he refused. He knew he wouldn’t find Sadie up there. I really didn’t want to go up either, but where else would I go? Lucy probably wasn’t there. She was most likely out fighting for the cause. I would too, but I don’t have one. That’s the problem. I snuck in, naïvely thinking she was still there. I should’ve seen it coming. She left me. The room was empty. I guess she was just passing through.

Later on that night, after some heavy drinking, there was noise coming from the campus and I saw her. She was being dragged away in cuffs along with Paco. I knew he wasn’t good news. I called out her name and she heard. She yelled back desperately. I shoved my way through the crowd but the cops beat me down. I tasted the blood that burst out of my head as I took a couple of hard blunt hits. I couldn’t reach her. That was the last thing I remembered.

I woke up in a prison cell. As did many others. But they all had someone to bail them out. The only one who showed up was my dad. I guess Lucy called him. He told the cops that he was a US citizen and that I was his son. They wanted proof, of course he didn’t have any. They weren’t going to press charges for the riot, but this was an immigration issue, meaning that they’re probably going to kick me out of the country. What kind of pickle did I get myself into? I was going to be deported. I thanked him for trying though. I still had some kind of gratitude. I promised him once I got home; I was going to tell mum about him and what a good man he really is.

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.:. THIS DIARY BELONGS TO .:.
NAME: Jude Feeny
DATE OF BIRTH: June 6, 1944 PLACE OF BIRTH: Liverpool, England

.:. I LOVE .:.
Me mum, Martha Feeny
Me dad, Wes Huber
Lucy Carrigan...And I love her...
My best mates in life; Max, Sadie, Jojo and Prudence.

links
Developing Expert Voices 2008
Jabbamatheez 40S [Winter 2008]
OUR DEV BLOG where comments work.

credits
1:Jamie
2:Nelsa
.:. SOURCES .:.
All photos courtesy of flickr, creative commons
All videos found at YouTube, property of Sony Pictures, Across The Universe, 2007

.:. ARCHIVES .:.
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