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’?”