Today I drove past Joe Jackson at our coastal promenade. The whole day I was thinking of how I would have reacted when I past by as a pedestrian.
In my childhood I was a huge Michael Jackson fan, including the collection of pillows and other memorabilia. Due to this on the one hand I really felt annoyance towards this foreign man without actually knowing the truth of the whole Jackson story.
On the other hand I saw a little, old man, walking behind this tall bodyguard, but otherwise completely alone. Isolated from all the rumors in my eyes a pitiful man.