MOONWALK

This morning, I had the radio on and there was a tribute to Michael Jackson. So I looked his music up on Rhapsody.

As I was looking at the song titles, something hit me. And in a Kaiser Soze Usual Suspects kind of way, I came up

with the following:

"The night started out as innocently as a night out for me can be. I saw her at the bar and said "say say say how

are you tonight?" First she seemed cold, distant, as if she was in the closet. I thought she was gonna say leave

me alone, but no she said somethjing along the lines of "the way you make me feel..." I told her "You rock my

world" and we headed back to the crib.

This morning was a thriller. Woke up next to a PYT after a night where we didn't stop till we got enough. The

pictures even fell off the wall. Definitely lived up to her name...Dirty Diana. She was in a bad mood, like she

wanna be startin somethin', so I beat it to the shower. Went back to my room and she was gone, and my TV. What a

smooth criminal.

Damn! Bitch took my TV. What more can I give? Glad she's out of my life.

So I called Billie Jean at the office and told her I'll be late."