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August 16 2009
I was thinking about this dude’s story in the Commemorative Ebony. He was the first president of the J5 Fan Club and went on to be someone in their inner circle. He said sometimes Mike would want to drive on of his cars so he’d say “Hey (so in so), come ride with me.” He said he never went too far. It made me feel guilty of my love. Is it my kind of love that kept him in the house? I always say that if I ever had the chance to meet him I’d get scared and run in the opposite direction. Did my kind of love and that more extreme than mine surround him in an imprisoning hug? I almost feel selfish for loving him. What about what he wants?
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