Childhood...

...Another piece of mine has died today. Going to join the ranks of Yugi-oh cards, Pokemon games, Hip-Hop, Saturday Cartoons, Toys-R-Us, Trick or Treating, Steve Irwin, and other deceased tidbits of my childhood, Michael Jackson, King of Pop, and butt of a thousand and one jokes has died. My sense of loss is not easy to describe... I did not grow up in the eighties when MJ was in full swing, but still his presence has been felt in our culture for years. I saw the videos of him dangling his child out of the window. I watched as he became white and sickly. I remember bubbles the chimp. I was afraid of neverland ranch. I danced to thriller and wore a sequinned glove. I scoffed at the many covers in recent years. I was enraged that he bought the Beatles' masters.
Michael Jackson may have been creepy, he may have been insane, but one thing is for sure, his influence on my life, and the lives of my generation will be a lasting one.
In the words of my guilty pleasure, /b/: Good Night Sweet Prince.