Yesterday was a weird day. Weird weird weird.
First Farrah Fawcett died, and I was all caught up in memories of playing Charlie’s Angels in the backyard, going back and forth over which Angel I liked best… and then BAM! Twitter fucking exploded with the news that Michael Jackson had a heart attack, then was in a coma, and then died. DIED.
And the rest of the day was a mass online funeral service where everyone was tweeting their favorite MJ songs and talking about how much they loved him.
That fucking freak?
OK. Part of me was sad. I’ll admit it. The part that bought Thriller when I was 12 years old and loved the Billie Jean video and even listens to Man In The Mirror once in a while. But part of me was glad that a pedophile who purchased bones and Beatles songs and invited children to his ranch for no other purpose than to terrorize them is gone from this earth.
Derek had it right when he said this:
But then we broke the news to Declan last night. Declan, who performed Thriller at summer camp last year. Declan, who loved that song so much, he swallowed his sensitive tears and watched that creepy-as-shit video and stayed glued to YouTube for all 13 minutes of the extended version. Declan, who still sings that song to himself when he thinks no one is listening.
Oh lord. What a complicated world we live in. When super talented people are also super freaks.
Rest in peace, Michael Jackson. I hope you find peace wherever the fuck you are right now.