So Michael Jackson gave up the ghost yesterday. I can't believe he expired before legendary abusers like Keith Richards, Ozzy, Pete Townshend, Nikki Sixx, David Crosby, Steven Tyler, Slash, Iggy Pop, Eric Clapton... Man, those guys were the Olympic torch bearers of rock n roll lifestyle near-death by misadventure. I mean, Keith used to get blood transfusions so he could start all over again fresh as a daisy(now that's dedication to a lifestyle...). Like Bill Hicks said, after nuclear war two things will survive: cockroaches and Keith Richards. But I digress.
I assume that once the coroner's report comes back in a few weeks, we'll find that MJ died like so many other celebrities of his ilk (Elvis, Jim Morrison)... His heart couldn't deal with the (in this case) pain killer cocktails anymore. It's tragic that such a rich life should end in such an inglorious manor. Hunter S Thompson had the right idea when he had his ashes shot out of a cannon after he took himself out. Elvis died on the toilet, Morrison died in a bath tub and MJ collapsed in his living room. Living in the bubble of show business must surely be surreal and I can only imagine how easy it is to go off the rails without anyone giving you a reality check.
See ya Jacko!
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