Melinda Morley

So, Spamela is becoming increasingly helpful. Tonight, along with pushing prescription drugs without the prescription (which is not technically legal), Spamela has warned me of the dangers of drug overdose. Thank you, Spamela. Does that cover your hide in some obscure way? In case you get sued? Because what if I were famous, like say, Michael Jackson. And I took too many of the drugs that you are so eager to sell to me. And then I died. What if?

So, Michael Jackson died. Does this really surprise anyone? Didn’t we mourn losing him years ago when his antics got more and more ridiculous and his face more skeletal? Did we merely take comfort that he was still around and maybe someday he would make a comeback and thrill us again? Did we? Because I didn’t. But, then, perhaps I don’t count because I never was a huge fan. I lived a sheltered life and didn’t even know that there was a cool dance to Thriller. I didn’t even see the video until last year. I know. I’m weird. But compared to some people: so normal.

Mostly, I just felt sorry for him. And now sorry for his family.

And I really never want to be famous. Not like that at all.