Lucky Bunny Foot | Bunny Rabbit
Boom I Got Your Boyfriend | MC Luscious
Michael Jackson kind of pretended that his girlfriend was Tatum O’Neal, but it was all just in his head. She adored him, but he never touched her. I am sure about that. He was just too shy. I took this photo in the vault of a bank in downtown Beverly Hills. It was some sort of gold record party that his record company, Epic Records, tossed. Michael was my pal and I miss him. I had not seen him in over 25 years.
Garland Greene: He’s a font of misplaced rage. Name your cliché; Mother held him too much or not enough, last picked at kickball, late night sneaky uncle, whatever. Now he’s so angry moments of levity actually cause him pain; gives him headaches. Happiness, for that gentleman, hurts.
