I'm not going to join in on all this BS about how crazy he was or that he touched kids (which I still think he did). This is about the legend, not the man. Men are flawed, weak but legends live on forever. You don't hear about Elvis' obsession with women or prescription drugs all you hear is the legend of the King of Rock and Roll. This is the same way I choose to think of Michael, and I hope the rest of the world does too. He is my generations Elvis, and yesterday a little bit more of my childhood died.
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