Michael Jackson R.I.P.

First off let me start by saying M.J. was a bad-ass. He pulled off most everything he tried. One glove, check.

Crotch-grabbing, check. Moonwalking, a monkey friend, check check. He couldn't be touched and probably never will be. He did however, seem like he was continuously sliding further and further into Crazytown. We all know the slide was built by an accumulation of things ranging from a far less than normal childhood to being one of the most popular and recognizable people on the planet. He also left some questions unanswered. Michael was one-of-a-kind, and during those days after his death it really hit me that he had been part of my life pretty much forever, and as much as I enjoyed giving him a hard time, I was truly going to miss him.

I stayed up pretty much all night the day he died making this poster. It's obviously of a much younger Michael. Call me nostalgic.

It's too bad that now that he's dead, he'll finally skyrocket out of debt, and back into the black.

I know I know, I'm Bad, I'm Bad.