"They way you make me feel...."

Many a years ago, when I growing up, I was in a school who had one of the best dance crew on the island. We were always getting invitations to perform at other schools events, corporate events and event shows at the malls. Those were back in the 80s. Why were we very good at that time? It is because, all of us wanted to be like Janet Jackson and Micheal Jackson......... YES! We wanted to be like MJ!! We would try and imitate the Wacko even at how he dress up. Our pants were shorter than the school's expectations but we were damn good! well, except for me..... I was just OK.

Many years past, some of my school mates went on to become teachers, doctors, bankers, drunkards and assholes. Me, I went on to pursue my dream of performing in front of crowds, whether its DJ-ing, playing in a band, dance, emcee-ing or even stand-ups. Maybe, I was a lil' like MJ, always seeking attention, confused and the refusal of growing up. The only difference is........ I don't like smelling young boy's booty.

This morning, I woke up to a phone call from the States. Jermaine called me to say that his younger brother had passed due to heart complications. It was dreadful way to start a Friday.




Immediately, I felt something thingly in my stomache. I remember clearly that he was the only artiste that my parents would sit and watch with me. And of course, I grew up watching him and few others. That thingly feeling in the stomache was still there....... I had to run off to the toilet quickly.

While in the toilet, I reminisce the days when we would dance to Micheal's songs at FIRE Disco, imitating his dance moves. Then, I started to think and join the others in mourning. It feels like MJ had something to do with my life. Maybe, what I am now is all because of MJ. Like the rest, I went to FACEBOOK and poured my deepest feelings about the Wacko. Suddenly, everybody is sad that he was gone. At least he didn't go alone. He hitched a ride together with Farah Fawcett and Ed McMahon.

Much later on, after the 'thingly' feeling, I realized...... Damnit!! MJ got nothing to do with my life. He didn't even know or remember me. Even though we met at Mt. Elizabeth Hospital many years ago, I don't think he remembered me. Yes, I grew up listening to him, but I also listened to Scorpions (its a Mat Rock thing), Madonna, Naked Eyes and Helloween. In fact, I got to where I am NOT because of MJ..... damnit!! I had to sacrifice my own shit to get here!! While I was working hard, MJ was in Neverland, playing with young boys. I had sacrifice family, relationships, time and more relationships...... and MJ was not there to lend me his glove.

I'm sorry that his time has come. Yeah, it's sad that an icon has left us. But, will life stops here? Are we gettin' tax rebate for mourning the whole weekend? If I'm gettin' laid for mourning, maybe I'll do just that. Girls love sentimental guys, don't they?

Frankly, I am quite saddened by his passing..... BUT, I didn't feel as much when James Brown left. In fact, I'm more saddened about a report by some American red-neck group saying that ALLAH is the younger cousin of SATAN and Muslims are nephews of SATAN (huh? Satan got cousin's and nephews??)

Anyway, its a Friday. Mourn at your most convenience. If you need a shoulder to cry on, let me know. To add to your misery, here's something to piss you OFF!! Biatch!!



Katt did this stand-up a couple years ago...... he's not feeling sorry, so do I!!

RIP Micheal Jackson