So, funnily enough, I am still depressed about Michael Jackson. I guess it has a lot to do with the fact that he was a huge part of my childhood. I had two imaginary friends, and they were Prince and MJ. And I loved the music, I LOVE the music now. I wasn't a huge fan of his stuff after Dangerous, but my tastes went from wonky to extreme and yeah...well, there's no justification for it, but whatevs.

I was talking to my cousin a few nights back and I said to her that it felt like losing a best friend. I never believed the accusations of his child molestation, I never cared to. I never thought he was a dingbat and I really REALLY hate the nickname of 'Wacko Jacko' or even just 'Jacko'. It just seems disrespectful. This man was an artist, he was brilliance, in my own opinion, and I loved him, love him and will always love him.

One of the girls I work with was like, yeah, but you never mentioned him before. Well, do you have to? I love Avenged Sevenfold, Oasis, the Verve, Dir en grey and the like, but I don't ever really have to throw out there that I am a HUGE Michael Jackson enthusiast. Its like, one of those unspoken admirations. I have the same sort of admiration for Frank Sinatra and all that old school stuff.

I am depressed about Michael Jackson's death. I really am. I wanted a hug off of my mother for it. I wanted to sit and cry and mourn, but I don't know how. I don't know what to say or to do and I bet my wife thinks I am a nut for going on and on about it.

Ah well, what do you do?

Rest in peace, MJ. Teach them Angels how to moonwalk, will ya?