It's weird. So by now if you're reading this it's pretty much impossible for you to not know that Michael Jackson died earlier today. I was stuck working an overtime shift on a computer with nothing else to do and was browsing the internet when every news outlet I knew exploded about it.

I dunno.

I never liked his music even at the height of his popularity in the 80s. I think he had VERY serious personal problems that he never really addressed though all I knew about him was through the media. Fame turned him into a spectacle that people gawked at. Myself admittedly among them. It's something I find a little uncomfortable to realize about myself.

For some reason I always thought he would be around longer. That maybe when I was fifty or sixty I'd see some small obituary in the paper about him, that he died at 90 at home in his sleep or something equally as mundane.

It's weird to think my parents have outlived him.

Even more strange to realize this small part of my childhood is gone.

I hope he finds peace in whatever lies after here.