As strange as you were, at least in the publics view, it still isn't easy to take the latest news of your demise.  It's ironic ... the prescription putting you into Cardiac Arrest, a shot of something sweet to ease the pain of solitude in a world where everyone knows your  name ... and here we are, alive, left to critique every mistake you made in your life.  Who are we?

Nobody.

The world knows who you are, who you were.  And despite your sins and things you might, or might not have done, I always appreciated your music and what it meant to the world.  I love what it meant to me.  Thriller, Beat It, Billy Jean, and Man In The Mirror ... God, there's no words to describe. 

And here, I'll say it because nobody else has the god damn balls too.  You are the only person who could get away with touching little boys.  Granted, being a big celebrity could mean that you never did any of that and the parents were just out for money with you as their target ... speaking of, they did settle out of court.  But, the Gods Honest Truth is that nobody knows for sure what happened in those two instances.  If you did have a problem, if you were in fact a pedophile, then I forgive you.  It's not cool, but I still forgive you.  

So, here's my letter to you ... the letter you'll never see, unless you're a spirit yelling "Hee hee"  (haha, I'm poetic).  Michael Jackson, we will miss you.  Haters, lovers and those who just didn't care ... we've all felt something towards you and would never admit it's there.  So, here I am, alone in this house, saying goodbye from a fan to a man who's time ran out.

Rest in Peace, Michael ... For The First Time.

Paul