MJ 2

Just thinking of the blizzard of blogs, twitters and facebook messages about MJ is staggering. Undoubtedly, this is the motherfucking grand daddy of obituaries. His life contained such an extreme contrast from peak to valley. He was our generations Elvis. There's no need to rehash what the man did, good or bad - we all know what happened.

For most of my life, he's been a laughing stock, a fad for Japanese people and the lost and lonely. I remember him like the Rubix cube, incredible for a while then a big fat whogivesashit. He's always been good for a joke or anecdote on the pitfalls of fame and fortune and being a child star. His life was the manifestation of round, obvious psychology, repeating his Father's abuse and trying to steal a childhood he never had. He hated himself and was desperate for change to the point his skin melted and nose fell off. He made it perfectly clear that "having it all" doesn't mean shit unless you're doing your thing the way you wanna do it.

Another in a long line of celebrity pill related deaths this year, the question looms - how will he be remembered?