Now, I'm not one to judge how batshit crazy Micheal Jackson may or may not be, but if you leaf through even just a portion of the online auction catalog, you'll understand that he just isn't living in the same world as the rest of us.
It's not the scores of Arcade games he has, nor the antique popcorn & coffee machines. (I'd have that shit too, if I had the cash.)
It's the dolls.
Not so much the life-sized Batman & Terminator statues (still cool), but the life sized ones of:
- Maids - old, not french.
- Butlers - old, not Alfred or Benson.
- Old people sitting on benches.
I can't even begin to say I understand why he'd have shit like that laying around.
But who would understand? Macaulay? Janet? Someone ask Tito - maybe he knows what the fuck was up with that shit.
All I know is I'd hate to be the guy who's got to pick that shit up after it's sold.
"Was this pair of toddler's undies supposed to be with the belt and jacket from the Bad video? - Oh, I didn't think so."