Available at Broadway's sidewalk merchants.
I remember standing on the sidelines in my high school gymnasium, waiting in vain for a boy to ask me to dance, as the video for Thriller played on the overhead screen. My uncle, a gay airline steward in the seventies, had given me a doorsize poster of the Jackson Five which overshadowed everything else in my bedroom. Michael Jackson was genius. And clearly hurting. All that plastic surgery and scandal. Poor man. And if reports from his nanny are true, what a tragic ending. Rest in Peace.
1 comments:
Yeah I am seeing these all over the city myself....mostly on my walk toward Lexington
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