Brother?

Let me start this in my defense, I do not look like michael Jackson. I even tried to tilt my head and put on that "She's Bad" smile to match this issue of GQ, but still no match. I am merely doing this to silence my critics who always say that I look like Mike back in the day when he was harmonizing
"Say, say, say" with Paul Mc. And so what if the homeless dude who sat by CVS off Cumberland in Knoxville awoke from his afternoon nap to ask me for change and then yell,"OH WOW, IT'S MICHAEL JACKSON!" I still believe it was staged. The facts are facts, my moon walk is too slow, I never had a jheri curl, although I can do the thriller dance better - I would have not worn a red jacket, and to top it off, I'd never have a zoo at my house. I don't like the random cats who come to my house now. Imagine the dead zebra I forgot to feed. So, in short:
- no we are not related
- I never wore white socks under dark pants more than once
- my high waters are because of my odd waist to inseem ratio, nothing else
- I would have advised Tito to die his hair blonde and join THE ROOTS to break out of my shadow.

Annie are you ok?
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