A Tribute to Michael Jackson: Part Two: Jacko's Back!

I smelled the horde before I saw it; sweet, earthy, sickening.

At their head, a horrid creature, a macabre caricature of a man.

He shambled toward me.

I had nowhere to run.

As my red-leather stalker closed in, I couldn’t help but wonder,

“Can he still do ‘Billie Jean’?”

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