I’m 7 or 8. I’m decked out in only my undies. I pop my BAD cassette in the stereo. I would usually fast forward through the title track since the video scared the shit out of me. “The Way You Make Me Feel” starts. I think I get a broom or something because it feels right to have some sort of imaginary guitar. I lip-sing the entire song, but added in a “WOOO” or “SHESEEEEEE” when it felt right. I had my back to the door in my room the entire time. I’m an undulating little kid trying to emulate MJ. It must look ridiculous. The song ends, my mom starts cracking up. She shuts the door. I put the broom down.
Thank you for being a friend, Traveled down the road and back again, Your heart is true your a pal and a confidant.
And if you through a party, Invited everyone you ever knew, You would see the biggest gift would be from me, And the card attached would say thank you for being a friend.” —Golden Girls
I can hear everything.
—one of the dudes in Gang Gang Dance
It’s everything time.