Crimson Heavens

To tell you all the truth, I never, ever, ever liked him when he was still alive…I never hated his guts either. I simply never took interest (or I felt there wasn’t really any reason for me to) in what he did, nor his music, nor his life…

The Neverland scandal didn’t arouse my curiousity.  To me it was just another celebrity who’s so famous that everything about whatever crap he might have done or might have been accused of doing had been blown out of proportion. I mean, honestly, an accused pedophile’s trial won’t cause that much of sensation would it? How many pedophiles’ trials actually made it on international media?

I didn’t treat the news of his death that much of a big deal either. I mean, sorry to be rude, but people die do they? I mean death is a sad thing, but he never affected my life in such a big way (not directly at least).

But what moved me what his memorial. Lots of people spoke about him. Him, not only being Michael Jackson, the artist, but Michael Jackson, the human being, Michael Jackson, the humanitarian, Michael Jackson, the friend, Micheal Jackson, the father. For me, that really was something and at that time, when I was watching the whole thing on TV, I saw him in a different life, probably more REAL that when he was alive.