I was coming home from my mother's funeral in Las Vegas, Nevada; she had been murdered. It was a month long stay, mostly in court, and I was tired and glad to go home to Los Angeles, California. When I went around the last corner, (my house was the third on the left on a hill in Hacienda Heights), I saw a black cloud of smoke rising up from my side. The house was blazing the colors of furious anger, and there were about five fire trucks with men heavily dressed shooting white streams of cool water against the crackling beast that was in reality my house burning to the ground. When the flames had died down to embers and they were putting out the very last of it with sand, my house was literally to the ground in gray ashes. I had my essential things, thank goodness I had my money, but still I had nowhere to go. The woman who took care of my dog while I was gone came up to me.
"Well... At least your dog is still here. She enjoyed playing with my daughter Claudia." My eyes teared up as I took my baby pug Ruby into my arms. She snorted and snuggled her flat snout into my arm. Meilina gave me Ruby's bowl and everything.
"Thank you, Melina." I walked over to my car, drove to the park, and got out with the windows partially rolled down for my now asleep dog. I ran over to the fountain and looked up at the angel statue. I started to bawl my eyes out and sat down on the side. A few minutes later (at eleven at night) someone sat down next to me.
"Are you okay?"
"Well, my mother was murdered and then I went to Vegas to find out my mother had been shot and killed. After a month in court nobody knows who killed her, and then I came home and my house burned down, so no I am not okay!"
"That's very unfortunate. Is there anything I can do to help you?" I looked up. The first thing that I recognized was his large brown eyes and his bright smile.
"Michael Jackson! What are you doing out here in the middle of the night! Yo, you are just asking to get hurt!"
"I take walks at night, hoping to find someone to talk to."
"Why?"
"I get very lonely. But if you want you can come stay with me for right now." I smiled and gave him a big hug.
"Thank you soooo much."
"Let's go to your car... You've been through enough, I'll drive us there." I led him over to my Volkswagen bug and he got in on the driver side, me on the passenger side. I handed him the keys and he started it. My eyelids felt heavy, so I rested my head against the window; I passed out.
A while later, he picked me up when I was half-asleep and brought me in the front door. He set me down gently on the couch and ran back out to go get my bags. He set Ruby down and came over to me.
"Is there anything you want? Like are you hungry or thirsty or something?" I sat up.
"No, I'm just really tired right now."
"I don't blame you!" he laughed, his eyes sparkling. "I'll carry you up to a room."
"Thank you..." He picked me up and carried me up maroon-carpeted spiral stairs. We passed through a few halls ornately decorated with art and plants of all types until he opened a door and layed me down on a soft bed. He pointed to another door in the room.
"There's the bathroom if you want to go freshen up, take a shower or something. My bedroom is right across the hall if you need me. Anything else before I go to bed?"
"Undress me please. I don't mean to be bossy, but I'm so freaking tired right now I can't even change into my pajamas."
"It's okay, I know how you feel. Sometimes when I come home I come in, lock the door, and collapse out on the hardwood floor."
"Yeah, you like it HARD!" We busted out in laughter for a minute or two. Michael went to retrieve the bags, Ruby trotting behind along with a Chihuahua following. He pulled out my favorite nightgown, the blue satin one with the white lace trim.
"I think this one is hot; you should wear it." He smiled.
"Yeah, that one is my favorite." He set it down next to me and took off my jacket, and then my shirt after he unbuttoned it. He unzipped my pencil skirt, and gazed me in the eyes as he slid it down my legs and off of me. I sat up and allowed him to slip it over my head and down. The gown came down to my upper thighs, and the top part was sleeve-less with a scoop neck.
"You look so beautiful... What's your name?"
"Haley."
"Just as beautiful as your face..." He pecked me on the lips, and then three more times.
"I love you so much..." I stroked his hair. He pushed away.
"Um... I should be getting to bed now."
"Yeah. Well, thanks again for letting me stay here."
"Your very welcome, anything for a fan of mine." I could just barely see his high cheekbones blush a cherry-red in the dim lamplight as he slipped away through the door and shut it behind. I fell asleep.
"Well... At least your dog is still here. She enjoyed playing with my daughter Claudia." My eyes teared up as I took my baby pug Ruby into my arms. She snorted and snuggled her flat snout into my arm. Meilina gave me Ruby's bowl and everything.
"Thank you, Melina." I walked over to my car, drove to the park, and got out with the windows partially rolled down for my now asleep dog. I ran over to the fountain and looked up at the angel statue. I started to bawl my eyes out and sat down on the side. A few minutes later (at eleven at night) someone sat down next to me.
"Are you okay?"
"Well, my mother was murdered and then I went to Vegas to find out my mother had been shot and killed. After a month in court nobody knows who killed her, and then I came home and my house burned down, so no I am not okay!"
"That's very unfortunate. Is there anything I can do to help you?" I looked up. The first thing that I recognized was his large brown eyes and his bright smile.
"Michael Jackson! What are you doing out here in the middle of the night! Yo, you are just asking to get hurt!"
"I take walks at night, hoping to find someone to talk to."
"Why?"
"I get very lonely. But if you want you can come stay with me for right now." I smiled and gave him a big hug.
"Thank you soooo much."
"Let's go to your car... You've been through enough, I'll drive us there." I led him over to my Volkswagen bug and he got in on the driver side, me on the passenger side. I handed him the keys and he started it. My eyelids felt heavy, so I rested my head against the window; I passed out.
A while later, he picked me up when I was half-asleep and brought me in the front door. He set me down gently on the couch and ran back out to go get my bags. He set Ruby down and came over to me.
"Is there anything you want? Like are you hungry or thirsty or something?" I sat up.
"No, I'm just really tired right now."
"I don't blame you!" he laughed, his eyes sparkling. "I'll carry you up to a room."
"Thank you..." He picked me up and carried me up maroon-carpeted spiral stairs. We passed through a few halls ornately decorated with art and plants of all types until he opened a door and layed me down on a soft bed. He pointed to another door in the room.
"There's the bathroom if you want to go freshen up, take a shower or something. My bedroom is right across the hall if you need me. Anything else before I go to bed?"
"Undress me please. I don't mean to be bossy, but I'm so freaking tired right now I can't even change into my pajamas."
"It's okay, I know how you feel. Sometimes when I come home I come in, lock the door, and collapse out on the hardwood floor."
"Yeah, you like it HARD!" We busted out in laughter for a minute or two. Michael went to retrieve the bags, Ruby trotting behind along with a Chihuahua following. He pulled out my favorite nightgown, the blue satin one with the white lace trim.
"I think this one is hot; you should wear it." He smiled.
"Yeah, that one is my favorite." He set it down next to me and took off my jacket, and then my shirt after he unbuttoned it. He unzipped my pencil skirt, and gazed me in the eyes as he slid it down my legs and off of me. I sat up and allowed him to slip it over my head and down. The gown came down to my upper thighs, and the top part was sleeve-less with a scoop neck.
"You look so beautiful... What's your name?"
"Haley."
"Just as beautiful as your face..." He pecked me on the lips, and then three more times.
"I love you so much..." I stroked his hair. He pushed away.
"Um... I should be getting to bed now."
"Yeah. Well, thanks again for letting me stay here."
"Your very welcome, anything for a fan of mine." I could just barely see his high cheekbones blush a cherry-red in the dim lamplight as he slipped away through the door and shut it behind. I fell asleep.
With the two-year anniversary of Michael Jackson's death approaching -- one helicopter company is giving fans the chance to pay their respects ... by raining flowers down around Neverland ... mid-flight.
The 30-minute Channel Island Helicopter flights are set to take off June 24th and 25th -- exactly two years since Jackson died after a Propofol-induced cardiac arrest.
During the flight, passengers are encouraged to honor the late entertainer by chucking his favorite flower -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- fans are super excited for the aerial tour ... saying they feel it will bring them "closer to heaven" ... and closer to Michael.
The 30-minute Channel Island Helicopter flights are set to take off June 24th and 25th -- exactly two years since Jackson died after a Propofol-induced cardiac arrest.
During the flight, passengers are encouraged to honor the late entertainer by chucking his favorite flower -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- fans are super excited for the aerial tour ... saying they feel it will bring them "closer to heaven" ... and closer to Michael.
Ryan White, symbol of justice
Or child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are you now, where have you gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, or child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
You showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain you were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
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Or child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are you now, where have you gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, or child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
You showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain you were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
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Michael Jackson fans are scrambling to stop the Discovery Channel from broadcasting a gruesome reenactment of MJ's autopsy ... calling the whole thing an "affront to human dignity."
TMZ has learned ... fans have already collected nearly 1,500 signatures -- all demanding the network pull the plug on a special entitled "Michael Jackson's Autopsy" ... in which MJ's bloody autopsy is expected to be reenacted in gory detail.
The fans behind the petition call the documentary "an affront to human dignity" -- adding, "This type of sensational and unscrupulous reporting can only cause harm."
The petition states, “We ask the directors of the Discovery Channel programming to proceed with the outright cancellation of this indecent documentary.”
The doc is scheduled to air January 13th in the UK.
TMZ has learned ... fans have already collected nearly 1,500 signatures -- all demanding the network pull the plug on a special entitled "Michael Jackson's Autopsy" ... in which MJ's bloody autopsy is expected to be reenacted in gory detail.
The fans behind the petition call the documentary "an affront to human dignity" -- adding, "This type of sensational and unscrupulous reporting can only cause harm."
The petition states, “We ask the directors of the Discovery Channel programming to proceed with the outright cancellation of this indecent documentary.”
The doc is scheduled to air January 13th in the UK.