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[00:14.250]Lonnie Garamond was disturbed by the face
[00:17.420]That looked back at him from the bathroom mirror
[00:21.870]He looked older than he remembered
[00:24.680]It was as if all forty two years of his life
[00:27.950]Had suddenly leap frogged over each other
[00:30.600]And crash landed in his face
[00:35.820]He was middle aged and the truth hit him
[00:39.280]Like a man with no parachute
[00:42.310]The eyes were golfballs
[00:45.810]The skin hung on his face like a cheap suit
[00:49.620]And the trapdoor of greasy black frizz
[00:52.600]That he combed from one side of his head to the other
[00:56.090]To hide his baldness
[00:57.610]In reality emphasized it
[01:00.540]It was 230 in the morning Nov
[01:05.250]22nd 1963
[01:06.950]And Lonnie couldn't sleep
[01:12.070]Lonnie took a last look at the face
[01:18.990]And popped another sleeping tablet
[01:26.490]Under his sandpaper tongue
[01:32.060]And slipped into a cold
[01:36.200]Dark sleep
[01:40.440]The last thing Lonnie saw
[01:42.930]Before his eyes finally closed
[01:45.940]Was his camera watching him
[01:47.760]From the other side of the Motel room
[01:57.100]But the camera wasn't loaded yet
[02:09.800]Lonnie Garamond was a loser
[02:13.870]Lonnie Garamond was a loser
[02:17.390]Lonnie Garamond was a loser
[02:20.720]And he really hated being that
[02:24.820]Lonnie's body clock woke him at 830 sharp
[02:27.980]He stabbed a button by his bed
[02:29.810]And the TV crackled into life
[02:32.000]Showing the crowds already gathering
[02:33.930]In Dealy Plaza
[02:35.860]He showered
[02:36.780]Shaved
[02:37.400]And slipped into an Ivy League jacket
[02:39.580]And brown slacks and loaded the camera
[02:43.400]The Stetson put the icing on the southern cake
[02:45.990]And he headed for the parking lot
[02:47.920]Leaving the key behind in his room
[02:50.550]He knew he wouldn't be coming back
[02:53.030]Lonnie Garamond was a loser
[02:57.050]Lonnie Garamond was a loser
[03:00.600]Lonnie Garamond was a loser
[03:03.930]And he really hated being that
[03:07.440]Lonnie parked the Buick and ran down Pacific St
[03:10.790]It was 12
[03:12.180]15 and he wanted to be outside
[03:13.650]The Texas School Book Depository
[03:15.690]Before the motorcade came down Elm St
[03:19.540]12
[03:19.980]20
[03:21.290]He elbowed his way through a group of good ol' boys
[03:26.010]And stood next to a kid in a wheelchair
[03:28.330]Waving a Confederate flag
[03:30.580]12
[03:30.810]25
[03:30.970]He took off the lens cap
[03:34.220]And lit his first cigarette for two years
[03:37.690]He checked the focus one last time
[03:40.390]And blew a smoke ring
[03:41.880]Into the blue Dallas heat haze
[03:44.530]12
[03:45.180]30
[03:45.370]He ground the Lucky Strike under the heel of his boot
[03:49.480]And calmly squeezed off three shots
[03:54.830]Lonnie put the camera back into its case
[04:05.260]And melted into the panic
[04:19.560]Lonnie Garamond was a loser
[04:25.150]Lonnie Garamond was a loser
[04:30.350]Lonnie Garamond was a loser
[04:38.270]And he really hated being that