I'm headed down to Savannah for my buddy, Hurston's bachelor party. Guaranteed to involve all the things that make life worth living for.
As for the death of Michael Jackson, I'm of the opinion that anything worth mourning in Michael Jackson's career had already died before the Berlin Wall was torn down. Even though food poisoning is a horrible way to go, that's what you get for eating a 9 year old wiener.
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...that's what you get for eating a 9 year old wiener. Allegedly.
Seriously though anybody in my demographic grew up thinking MJ was the shit. You weren't in the clique if you didn't know every word to Thriller and Billy Jean and Beat it. Don't even get me started on the zipper jacket and glove. This may be sad to say (and I'm not comparing the two) but he was my generations Elvis, in terms of popularity.
I had a bad, bad time.
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