A few hours before Michael Jackson died I was looking for my car. At one point, I decided that it must have been stolen. That's when I remembered that I had parked it near the beach. (This used to happen all the time until I accepted that I have a bad case of Lost Car Syndrome).

I drove to my New Coffee Shop, having broken up with the old one because "the vibe got weird." I have since run into other defectors, including one employee, from The Other Coffee Shop who agree with me about the vibe change, though, we disagree on why. Burnt grilled cheese sandwich smell, or too many homeless people? However, the The New Coffee Shop might be headed to Weird Vibe Land as they keep bringing in a guy to make repairs using a power tool during prime hours. If you ever wonder how you might run a coffee shop business into the ground, start using loud power tools every day around 1:00 pm. Both yesterday and today the Repair Guy managed to clear the room.

An hour after MJ died, I was crying and talking to my father. Only, I didn't know that Michael Jackson, the voice that sang the soundtrack to my life from the 6th to the 8th grade, had passed away. I was crying over something else. But later, I wondered if I was just picking up on the vibe of MJ's absence from this world.

Facebook has gone mad with statuses about Michael Jackson.

Just for today, I can mourn Michael Jackson.