Friday, June 26, 2009
R.I.P. Michael Jackson 1958-2009, the only man badder than me.
My mother told me that my nickname was, Bad from birth.
Like I literally used to just sit there and record the music videos on tape. Like the old school VHS, then I would learn all the dances.... I learned Thriller in like a day and so at Thanksgiving or any family event they would be like, yeah lil' Andy do the Michael dance you showed me before. And I would do it and whatnot. I think every dance that Michael ever had I learned to do, even the dance from You Rocked My World. So I guess all i'm trying to say is that, anyone who is like who is Michael Jackson? I'd be like, well he's kind of a big deal... so ask about him.
Single-handedly the man is responsible for me, NEVER, losing an old school dance competition, because I can moonwalk better than Carlton. And i'm really glad that I copped my red leather jacket from the Beat It video, last year, instead of right now, when it's probably worth like $25K, and I only paid $300, na nanananan BOO BOO.
*tearing my tee shirt*
(Dancing with Africans in the desert)