Wanna be startin' somethin'...got to be startin' somethin'...
Well he definitely started something and I think we're all ultimately grateful for what he started. He gave us something we could dance to. Even if we were six.
When I was six, we lived with my grandmother. Every day after kindergarten I would come home, grab my older brother's (Jason's) Thriller cap and MJ glove and my microphone and sing and dance to the entire Thriller album top to bottom. Then I would eat dinner. Every night. I practiced and practiced mamasaymamasamamakusa...mamasaymamasamamakusa...until I got it down...until I could do it in my sleep. Now, there's only one thing that comes to mind when I look at this picture:
Just exactly how high was I wanting those pants to be?