First, Farrah Fawcett. Charlie's original Angel.
Then, Michael Jackson. King of Pop.
Back in the day, I wanted to father Farrah' s children.
I wanted to be part of the Jackson Five.
I can't say more.
I was at work when Farrah passed on.
I was chilling at a bar when I heard that Michael gave up the mortal coil.
Farrah's death was imminent. Michael's death wasn't.
When you grow up witnessing the evolution and decline of idols, it's impossible to envision the end. That's what made this Thursday so shocking.