Michael Jackson is dead! I recall just last week I saw his face on one of those tabloids in the drugstore and said, "Michael doesn't have long." So, when the news came across the screen needless to say I stopped moving.
I remember (and it doesn't seem like that long ago to me) when I hung his poster on my bedroom wall. It was the one from his Thriller album. I collected photo after photo and read every article I could scrap up change to buy--this was before the internet. I would walk down town and buy the teen mags. Now my youngest daughter buys them. Time.
Yes, Michael changed on the outside--that was quite apparent. Thinking about him over the last few days, I have come to realize unless you lived the way he did you couldn't understand. Yes, we all have demons chasing us--some have bigger demons than others. I can't say I know how it is to grow up with the world watching you; but I do know how it is to live with everyone having certain expectations of you. When everything you do is for the benefit of or the example for others. My glass house may not be on top of the hill, but sometimes I still would like to close the blinds.
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