I’ll be raising a glass of Jesus Juice tonight. L.A. Times is reporting that Michael Jackson is dead at the ago of 50.
He had charisma. In the early part of his career, he made compelling, exciting pop music. Then he turned into a complete wreck.
I’m not sorry he’s gone. Honestly, I’m a little glad. It’s an ugly thing to say, but there it is.
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