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