The Man in the Mirror (cont)

I promised to post a couple of photos that were given to me way long ago - after high school - by a good friend of mine. Markie had this crush on me in high school - I didn't give him the time of day because he was a year younger and in high school that was too young for a girl. But he waited until after high school to catch up with me. By this time, I was working on my seeming life long dream to move to Los Angeles and marry Michael Jackson. This was my goal. I was working and saving money and checking off the blocks to my goal of moving to Hollywood. Not only to marry Michael but because I fell in love with Hollywood when I was 15 and my mother brought me to this place. Not so much star struck, but everything struck. The vibe of southern Cali, L.A. LA LA land. I knew I would one day return.

Any way, Markie's father worked for Capital Records and Markie got me tickets to the Victory Tour concert - I took my cousin Kenny and a young friend of mine - Sherry. We had so much fun! I had on a short leather skirt and fishnets and the glove and we walked the wrong way in the stadium, headed to the backstage. Was told by the security guard that I looked nice but I still had to go the other way. Wasn't trying to get backstage - I was honestly lost in that big stadium with two starstruck teens. We got to our seats and the show is nothing but a blur. A screaming blur. The whole time on our feet - screaming!!! Best show I ever saw! I know it must have been because I remember everyone around me screaming and crying - even my cousin - and I thought it was phenomenal.

Still trying to win my heart, Markie gave me the two pictures and told me that when I got to LA I could contact his father, and he would definitely get me an intro to MJ. Markie had done so much for me, but hadn't revealed he had gotten married right out of high school and had two boys. His mother called me one day to inform me of this fact and that was that. I still had my dream to move to L.A. and I finally made it here. Been here now for 16 years and love it.

The photos have been in my car (all of my cars) the whole time I've lived here.

Maybe I thought that if I met MJ one day I could have him sign them. Life's funny.

Watching the special on tv while working yesterday brought lots of tears as well as laughter and joy to my heart. Lots of questions about what happened. Thoughts about prescription drugs that are so readily available and seem to be more harmful than good. Knowing that at my weight I have a hard time with prescription painkillers and don't take them. Could be just genetics because my Mother can't take them either.

Unfortunately not even in death will they leave MJ alone. The haters, the gossipers, the theys who never even met the man will spin things this way and that way. The bitter evils. But I will remember Michael as that beautiful little boy who I thought I would one day marry -- I know, like every other little girl back in the day.

My sincere thoughts of peace and love are sent with my prayers to the Jackson family. Michael Jackson will always be the greatest performer there ever was! RIP Man in the Mirror.

Ciao Y'all