The pan-racial pop star who dressed like a toy soldier and moved like a blob of mercury is dead. Michael Jackson was fifty-years old. News of his death covered the media and stayed like an unwelcome guest. His memorial service filled The Staples Center in Los Angeles. The cause of death has not been determined, but drug use is suspected. Propofol, for example. That’s general anaesthesia. Healthy people don’t always survive it and he was using it to sleep. The man was one step away from being embalmed every night. He needed ten Xanax to get through the day. That’s anti-hysteria medicine. Maybe he needed it to keep from laughing hysterically. Maybe not. Where’s Holden Caulfield when you need him? This little boy was running towards a cliff and there was no one there to catch him. No family, no friends, no colleagues. What a lousy way to go.
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