I’ve been listening to some old Jackson 5 and Michael Jackson while writing, and decided to pull up this post from early last year and repost it while I’m trying to finish the manuscript I’m working on. We should all tip our forties to MJ, version 1.0. He might not have liked himself then, but he sure was much easier on the eyes.
Enjoy the repost below!
…he’s totally unreachable. Way off the Richter of anything remotely close to sane. So let’s have a moment of silence remembering him the way he used to be:
It was nice knowing you, Brown Michael.
The creature that stole your body…
…ran your shit into the ground.