Sad irony: I woke up that morning, took a shower, and then, after digging through my drawer for a few minutes, found my vintage Thriller t-shirt. "Oh cool, I'll wear this today. Today seems like a good day for Michael Jackson." Couldn't have been more wrong.
I read in a newspaper this week an editorial which stated bluntly: "The King of Pop has died, and there's no heir to the throne." True enough. There is absolutely no one on planet earth quite like Michael Jackson, and now he's gone. We've lost a fucking legend, folks, and in more ways than one.
My mind was first blown with Farah Fawcett and MJ, but after hearing that Billy Mays died this morning was quite a shock. Seriously, what is this world coming to? Why are all these celebrities suddenly dying? I am really worried about the world's current situation before all of this, but now I am more worried.
and of course now the old man from all the really good old movies(sorry 'bout the name) is gone.
Streetcar Named Desire
Streets of San Fransisco
etc.
he was in like 50 movies. won an oscar.