I give thanks to John Lennon for saving my life that time when we were hanging out with guys and some pricks came down on us and beat the shit out of us. They were nine, and we were only three. The beating was so bad, I had to look for an ambulance. I thought I was going to die. They put tubes and needles in me, and everything around me became like in a blue fog. Then the rocker appeared by the ambulance door. He looked at me with his hippy face and round glasses. Although the ambulance was rushing down the street with siren and everything, I didn’t feel pain or anything bad, I felt so much calm and hope looking at him. Suddenly I woke up on a stretcher all crazy but more alive than ever. In fact I even tried to escape with old Sobal but couldn’t because I was still very bad.

Thanks, John Lennon from Concepcion, for everything I lived through, protect all who know you and is devoted to your sublime legacy.

Talcahuano, Concepcion, 2007
Esteban Hache