the king has left the building

In 4th grade I wanted to be you.


Me and Keith wanted to be you. We planned out our costumes. We practiced singing, and I tried learning the moon walk.



Your albums were stored in my grandma's cupboard, and one day I was scavenging through everything she had, when I found them. I begged her to put them on because she said you were EPIC. Yes, I used the word epic. The moment she put you on, wooosh my whole life flashed before my eyes. I pleaded for her records. But, instead she burned me all of your cd's and for a whole year it was all i listened to.


Who's going to lead the way? You musical genius, you.





I know you'll be there.