Now that Michael Jackson is dead, basically all I've been hearing over the past five days are stories about how Michael Jackson's music personally changed people's lives. Some make us sad. Some make us happy the King of Pop existed. Some even make us vomit. One way or another, the death of MJ was a moment time seemed to stop. One of those momets when, love him or hate him, everybody had something to say.
For me personally, it didn't effect me much, and I tried not to go to any massive celebration. But ultimately, the magnitude of the moment would catch up with me. An old friend from high school sent me a random facebook Email saying that I was the reason he remembered Michael Jackson, because of an attempt at a moonwalk I did at a dance in 11th grade. At first I was shocked. No, really? I have a reason to care, a reason Michael Jackson's death affected me personally? But whatever, what the hell, it was what it was. He was the King of Pop and he will never be forgotten.
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