In fact, my 1979-1988 inner-child is sobbing uncontrollably at the loss of his hero — the late, great pop sensation, Michael Jackson.
Still, I never lost my appreciation for the musical genius of the original M.J. and always hoped that one day he’d eschew complete facial and epidermal reconstruction in favor of good old US American past times like baseball, apple pie and rich white men screwing their secretaries.
Turns out Michael did give baseball a shot…
But it didn’t turn out so well.
Some people are born with a bat in their hands, some are born with a microphone. Only one was born to be the King of Pop.
Rest in peace, Mike.
Rest in peace,