Remembering the King of Pop

I've hated believing that everything always comes in three's. If someone announces a pregnancy, or a new baby is born... or when someone passes away.

First Ed McMahon. Then Farrah Fawcett.

And now... Michael Jackson.

*long sigh*

As @aplusk puts it, "I plea to the press to respect his wishes of maintaining the anonymity of his children."

Oh hell yeah.

I count myself lucky to have gotten a chance to actually meet the King of Pop umpteen years ago. I think we were juniors in high school and I was helping a friend, Rachel, close up shop. A candy shop nestled in the middle of 14 acres of waterfront shopping and dining in beautiful downtown San Diego.

It was closing time and Rae had already locked both doors. I'm standing outside one of them and she comes over to let me in. That's when I see a huge ass motherfucker outside the other door... and practically go nuts when I see that she's about to let him in, too.

What happens next? Check out the rest of the story here.

lol *shakes head* I will never forget how kind and gracious he was... Never mind Ms. Thing who was with him.

Rest in peace, Michael Jackson... our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family...