It's taken a several weeks for me to write about Mike and his untimely death. So much emotional anguish put me under the spell of several prescription drugs and did a stint at rehab. I mean who could have seen that coming? An unstable penniless 50 something living like a billionaire on cocaine, who owed a lot of people a lot of money. If someone like that is prone to overdosing on pain killers and the like, who's safe? No one. Michael Jackson was a pilar for family men. A beckon of hope for the quickly withering traditional family. And now gone. I heed for all who still believe in these noble ideals to commemorate the Legend the way he would've wanted it. This weekend let's all go out and make a 6-year-old friend. Preferably male. Best luck to all.
And keep tuned, I'll be shortly posting a list of likely locales where one could find the little rascals.
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