At the height of my love for Michael Jackson I had trading cards and a calendar. My favorite pic of him was the one with the bow tie and the yellow shirt…….
Michael was to be my husband. Didn’t you know?
It was serious. When he caught on fire during the shooting of that pepsi commercial…..I cried.
All of the love my 7 year old heart could muster was devoted to Michael Jackson.
That was all before.
Before we saw the weirdness unfold.
God did he get weird. His face was weird. His house was weird. His relationships with children- well- weird too.
All of this weirdness bundled up with my aforementioned love creates quite the paradox.
RIP Michael. Really.
One for the road: