Every Generation Kills Its Parents

And the Counter-Revolution Always Comes

The Day Michael Disappeared

I drive for a living.

And you learn things on the road you can’t get from a podcast or a phone screen. Patterns. Absences.

That’s how I noticed it.

A week went by. Then another. I was in and out of different cities, flipping through R&B, urban AC, old school playlists. You know what I didn’t hear?

Not once?

Michael.

No “Human Nature…