I was born, John Charles Julian Lennon on 8th April 1963 and lived with my biological father, John Lennon, for just a few years. After that I only saw him a handful of times before he was killed. Sadly, I never really knew the man. I think that the work he produced was incredible and so was what he achieved with his three friends, Paul, George and Ringo. But his work hasn't given me a clear insight into what his real life was about or how he truly felt about it.
Life is difficult enough.
Trying to find one's own identity makes it even harder, especially when you're not allowed to be you. I feel sorry for all the lost souls out there who have to look outside themselves for the truth. Everything comes from within, it's just a question of being able to touch it. I suppose it's much like any other relationship out there, except ours was public and there for all to see whether I liked it or not. There was a lot of anger in my life during my teens and twenties, because I didn't understand what was going on or why things were the way they were.