MJ
It’s a cosmic clue that the observant can pick up on. Subtle wavelengths of information. I must be attuned. Because I always have a feeling about these things.
First it was Mister Lonely — the movie about a Michael Jackson impersonator. Then it was Operation Repo and their own Michael Jackson-impersonating car-payment defaulter. Just yesterday, it was the sudden urge to play some tunes from Michael Jackson Number Ones: Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough, Rock With You, Billie Jean, Beat It, and Thriller. I got the most enjoyment from Don’t Stop and Rock With You, but never ended up listening to the song that popped into my head and made me want to listen in the first place: Dirty Diana.
And then there was the video game-related news yesterday, and let’s not forget that I’m not even 15 miles outside of Gary, IN.
People, I’m telling you. These things are not accidents. They don’t happen by chance. They’re signs. And I knew it. Even before TMZ. And they knew it before about anyone. What can I say? It’s a gift.
(In all seriousness, I’ll miss Michael. He was an absolute favorite when I was growing up. I overdosed on my mom’s Michael Jackson records (yes, records). But I’ve been missing him for the last 22 years (since about 1987) so that’s nothing new.)
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