east coast mark is on a golf vacation for the next few days - but each day I'll crack a cold one and pour one out for my homie Michael Jackson. I've rocked plenty of weddings with my uncanny MJ dance impressions, and nothing pumps up a Halloween party like a little Thriller Dance.
I was on a plane most of the afternoon Thursday, but shortly after we touched down - and as everyone turned on their iPhones and Blackberries - word spread like wildfire through the plane. Pretty weird to see a group of 200 people be shocked like that within about 2 minutes time. Bummer.
If you grew up in the 80's and 90's like I did, then you probably join me in feeling like a little piece of you goes with him when Michael Jackson leaves us.