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Lonnie Garamond was disturbed by the facethat looked back at him from the bathroom mirror
He looked older than he rememberedit was as if all forty-two years of his lifehad suddenly leap frogged over each otherand crash landed in his face
He was middle-aged and the truth hit himlike a man with no parachutethe eyes were golfballsthe skin hung on his face like a cheap suitand the trapdoor of greasy black frizzthat he combed from one side of his head to the otherto hide his baldnessin reality emphasized it
It was 2:30 in the morning Nov. 22nd 1963and Lonnie couldn't sleep
Lonnie took a last look at the faceand popped another sleeping tabletunder his sandpaper tongueand slipped into a cold, dark sleep
The last thing Lonnie sawbefore his eyes finally closedwas his camera watching himfrom the other side of the Motel roombut the camera wasn't loaded yet
Lonnie Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a loserand he really hated being that
Lonnie's body clock woke him at 8:30 sharp
He stabbed a button by his bedand the TV crackled into lifeshowing the crowds already gatheringin Dealy Plaza
He showered, shaved, and slipped into an Ivy League jacketand brown slacks and loaded the camera
The Stetson put the icing on the southern cakeand he headed for the parking lotleaving the key behind in his roomhe knew he wouldn't be coming back
Lonnie Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a loserand he really hated being that
Lonnie parked the Buick and ran down Pacific St.
It was 12.15 and he wanted to be outsidethe Texas School Book Depositorybefore the motorcade came down Elm St.12.20
He elbowed his way through a group of good ol' boysand stood next to a kid in a wheelchairwaving a Confederate flag12.25
He took off the lens capand lit his first cigarette for two years
He checked the focus one last timeand blew a smoke ringinto the blue Dallas heat haze12.30
He ground the Lucky Strike under the heel of his bootand calmly squeezed off three shots
Lonnie put the camera back into its caseand melted into the panic
Lonnie Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a loserand he really hated being that
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