we want you back (now go the hell away)

as i type, Michael Jackson is two blocks away, down at city hall, and getting the key to the city or somesuch. if i was still 12, this bit of news would have sent me to the moon and back with giddiness. And now...oh, fuck it, it's still pretty fucking neat. I'm not that jaded.

The fact that he's here at all is something that's being met with more than a little ambivalence amongst staff, usually along the lines of how the fuck am i going to find a parking space when i come back from lunch? that sort of thing, but it's also bringing back neat memories of i used to like him before his face fell off, etc. He's supposed to be giving a free concert tonight, and thank goodness i'm working the evenings at the library down in Miller. i don't think i could handle the madness. i don't think GARY can handle the madness. The biggest star to come out of Gary is a stunted pedophile with no face, but the worst of it for around here is that he stayed away for thirty years. if i grew up the way he did in the family he did i wouldn't want any part of it either. maybe he's coming back to some unrequited celebrity love. THESE people still love me, etc.

anyway, i've given Michael Jackson way too much thought and sushi with Vali beckons.