Yeah, dude had his problems—some stuff I won’t even try to figure out—but his talent remained. No matter what, he was always Michael Fucking Jackson. I wanna be like that. Wait, not exactly like that, no shade to Mike, but one day I want people to look at me and say, “Despite the fact this girl lost her father to gang violence, had a drug addict for a mom, and is technically a ghetto statistic, she’s Brianna Fucking Jackson, and she’s done some amazing shit.”
