Jackson


I was supposed to be getting an early night this evening after a few hours of post-work working but I have spent the last half hour hitting refresh to see if a part of my childhood is going to be taken away in the form of Michael Jackson’s corpse…

This is going to be interesting… like my generation’s death of Elvis. His life was a difficult one, however his presence looms large over my memories of my childhood. My brother was really into him in that way that little boys were before his inappropriate relationships with little boys came to the fore. I feel sad, despite everything.

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