We don't know about you, but over here at the D2 compound, we're devastated. We're hunched over the counter like ragdolls just hoping some kombucha can snap us out of our depressive trance. Is this the beginning of the end of days? I mean, first Farrah, then Sky Saxon (you know you still break out that Seeds album with a glass of homemade almond milk), now Michael.
Michael and I have the same birthday and as a little girl, I used to send him birthday cards each year. Gus can sing every Michael song ever recorded. Jarred used to listen to "Don't stop 'til you get enough" at the roller rink as a tween. Billy has a tattoo of the Jackson 5 on his neck. Our lives have all been changed by Captain Eo. And in the words of Friedrich Neitzsche "The King of Pop is dead."
For those of you who want to work out your grief with us tonight, we'll be at Akbar in memorium.
4356 Sunset Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90029