Aw, shit.

When I was in second or third grade, I had the above image on a Trapper Keeper folder. Some 'friends' of mine began giving me shit, and I tore the folder across the middle and threw it in the trashcan.

The cock crowed once.

I feel worse today than I have in a long time. I'm sorry, Michael. You've given me reason to distrust you, but never when I was an impressionable kid. I didn't mean it.

Mr. Man no longer likes Thomas the Train, hasn't for a year or so. Says it's a "baby's toy", and that he's grown out of it. To be honest, this makes me more sad than remembering my thoughts on Michael Jackson as a kid.

RIP, weirdo.