Ever-So-Slightly Wacko: The Day I Interviewed Michael Jackson (via little sister Janet)
John Pidgeon, Rock's Backpages, 15 June 2009
IN JANUARY 1980, the gates of 4641 Hayvenhurst Avenue in Encino were open, unguarded. As I parked, an Alsatian bounded to the car and bared his teeth, paws skittering against the door, strings of saliva smearing the window, but it was barking, not growling, so I got out and headed for the house, the dog bouncing noisily in front of me.
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