While I'll admit to not loving MJ as he aged and got weirder and weirder (nor do I agree with the things he did or didn't do or understand his thought process AT ALL), I still always held a small little place in my heart for this MJ - the yellow sweater vest wearing dance machine who dazzled us with "Thriller" and sang "Say Say Say" with a Beatle. My sister and I had this exact poster on our wall when I was around 12 (the same time the rest of my walls were adorned with Ricky Schroder pictures). I miss the MJ in this poster. I wish he hadn't left us so long ago (not just today....let's face it, that MJ left the building 20 years ago).
When I was in college, I did a ride share with this really annoying guy to California for some holiday. On the way back he was driving me bonkers and I saw a hitchhiker on the side of the road who I picked up (don't judge me - it was freezing outside and he didn't even have a jacket). I know, I know, probably not the safest thing, but I guess since I had company it didn't seem as scary. Long story short: the guy was from the UK and had come to the US to dance with Michael Jackson. Seriously. I kinda thought he was insane, but at the same time I completely respected his determination and ability to follow his dream. When he first got to New York his bag and money had been stolen, so he was left to hitchhike to California in search of the King of Pop. I never found out how that story ended (did he ever meet him? Where did he go after SLC?), but it was definitely an interesting adventure.R.I.P. MJ.
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