Friday, November 11, 2011
I miss him. I love him. And he is on my mind this morning.
The silhouette is unmistakable, isn't it? And don't start with the child molester shit, because like Liz Taylor, I don't believe one damn word of it. Mike was my generation's Sinatra. I literally grew up with him, and I find it terribly sad that the younger generation only thinks of him as this weird child perv.
I could watch Michael dance for hours on end, and I will be sad about Michael until I go wherever he's at now. I wish him peace.