This revelation may not be surprising to some, but to me… it is. I used to sit and watch my good ole tele box, and laugh at the people screaming “Michael” and fainted as he passed by. I used to criticize those house wives, teenyboppers, and people in general who started fan clubs, wrote fan mail and thought that by sending it Paris Hilton or Britney Spears they had contributed to the cause of music, or fame and would think that one of these celebs would really sit down behind a desk and read their letter. I used to “knit up my brow” at persons who would stay outside a stadium overnight just to be the first person to... view full article»