I entered a lipsynch contest when I was about 11 years old.  I sang PYT.  I had the glove.  I had the hair.  I had the moonwalk.  I had the back up dancers.  My mom sewed old zippers onto a red silk jacket.  I didn’t win, but man I looked the part.

A photo from a trip I took with Adam to Western Australia a few years ago.
We rented a Wicked Camper.  His name was Michael.

RIP Michael Jackson: 1958 – 2009