Now, I seem old.

People were so nice then, in 2009.

A Bee Hive of Honey

to see people commenting on how they feel about Michael Jackson's murder or suicide

At the Wax Museum in the nation's oldest continuing city, there was an exhibit of him, I think in a graveyard, and a strange laughter from one of his songs came on, I think, over and over some of the cycle.

They just keep interviewing researchers or something and others involved.  Everyone is going bug-eyed and probably shaking their head.

It's funny people approach me like I'm bad now, when I was always good, like they have to watch my every move.

They also suggested an older lady I like has "special" needs...  You know, people pretended I had schizophrenia because they were jealous I felt "special."