I don't think I'll ever forget where I was when Michael died. First, I was sitting in bumper to bumper traffic on the BQE near the Brooklyn Civic Center when I heard that he had a possible heart attack. And then, about thirty minutes later on the street next to the projects in Downtown Brooklyn everybody on the block had their radios blasting Hot 97 when Angie Martinez made the final announcement:
"Michael Jackson is dead."
And right then and there a crackhead started to do the moonwalk and yelped out "heee, heeeeee" when he almost tripped over a pothole.
I found it hilarious, sad and amazing all at once because even after his death The King of Pop was still giving us memories to last a lifetime.
Rest in Peace Michael Jackson. And Thank You.
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