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While I was waiting at the airport for someone a couple of days ago, I see Marilyn Manson of all people come through the arrivals gate. He's hand in hand with a pretty young woman. A bunch of fans stop him for autographs. What's most interesting is he looks very tired, a word I wouldn't normally associate with the King of Evil. Once many years ago I was leaving the building in New York where John Lennon lived. At that moment a limo pulled up in front of the place and suddenly there he was-- Lennon and Yoko Ono got out of the car and started to walk into the building. In an instant they were surrounded by a hoard of teenage girls all hooting and jabbering their love and requests for his autograph. One girl even had a large cake which she kept trying to hand Ono. Lennon stopped and very nicely signed whatever they wanted signed. As I approached them, for some reason he looked up and we exchanged a glance. His eyes were so sad and tired. I remember that very vividly. I nodded at him, trying to say in my look I love you too but I can feel (a little of) your pain. It must be very hard.