Growing up, I was a big Michael Jackson fan.  I still believe that the choreography for Thriller was one of the coolest things I have ever seen.  Dancing zombies…you just can’t beat it (pun intended).

Michael Jackson died last thursday, stealing the thunder from Farrah Fawcett.   I, for one, was shocked that he died, but the more I thought about it, it really shouldn’t have been a suprise.   He was 6′0 tall and 105 lbs.   That isn’t healthy, especially for a 50 year old man.  He had also been rumored to be under the influence of a lot of prescription medications.   Also, you really shouldn’t let pet chimps eat at the dinner table.

I am sad to see MJ go, because I enjoyed his music, but really I am more distressed at the amount of people, not just celebrities, that are dying as a result of prescription meds.   You do not need to take pills for every little thing.   More and more people treat every problem they have with more and more drugs.  Can’t sleep? Pills.  Sleep too much? Pills.  Too sad? Pills.  Too happy? Pills.  Stub your toe? Pills.  It’s getting ridiculous and more attention needs to be paid to this subject.