It's been a year since the death of Michael Jackson. He still fascinates and troubles me. I recently watched a mini-series about his life that focused on his childhood and how his father created the Jackson 5. It was interesting but truly heart-breaking, and you could really see how he was broken bit by bit over the years.
I bought his Ones cd as a birthday present to myself over the weekend, and have been playing it just enough to annoy the Man, but not so much that I'm sick of it yet. I hope that Michael is in heaven, though I know it's likely that he's not. I'm sad for his kids, and I hope his mother protects them better than she protected her own kids.