It’s just so sad.
And I really hate to say it, but it’s true.
What else do you call someone who doctor shops, gets prescriptions filled in other people’s names, has a body riddled with needle marks, and dies way too young?
If it wasn’t Michael Jackson but some normal Joe Blow instead, you know you’d agree with me, so don’t get all pissy and tell me I’m mean and heartless because I called Michael Jackson a junkie.
I don’t...






