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posted on Sep, 2 2022 @ 06:28 AM
2013, 2014, something like that. Late night, 2-3am. It was the weekend, a Friday or Saturday night. A city, somewhere in the US. I'm doing my
thing, transporting people for pay.
The dispatcher gives me a call. For a Michael. The customer is out of gas for his motorcycle. Needs a ride to buy some fuel.
I proceed to the pickup location, which is just up the street from a country store type convenience store where hot rodders and younger bikers hang
out after hours. I think the store usually closes at eleven or midnight, something like that. As I pull up to my customer, I can hear the bikers at
the store about a quarter mile up the road yelling threats and obscenities.
The customer appears to be Michael Jackson. Look, dress, speech, mannerisms. If he was a lookalike, he was very good. I take him to the store, he
buys a fuel can and some fuel. I take him back to his bike, wait with him while he fuels up. He gives me the gas can. He underpays me. He then
proceeds to ride off on his motorcycle, riding away through the bottom of a concrete lined ditch that leads to the nearby airfield, which I thought
was noteworthy.
There are no homes in that area, just the airport, the military airfield which was on the side of the airport that we were on, and a small industrial
park. It sure seemed like 'Michael' was riding off toward the airfield. There's always the possibility that he had a residence in one of the
warehouses or shop buildings that was in the area, or that he knew another trail in that direction that switched back and would take him in another
direction. The more likely explanation was that that person was heading to the airfield.
You might think that the story ends there, but it doesn't. I wrote this thread to keep my word. Michael called me within the last couple years, and
asked me to write about it. I'm not that hard to find, I like to be accessible to those who need me. That being said, there's no reason for
Michael freaking Jackson to need to call me up and shoot the breeze. He wanted me to let you all know, through this back channel, that he's still
alive I guess.
Not that I minded. Call me any time, Michael. Besides, it gave me a chance to bust his balls about underpaying me. He reminded me that he had given
me the gas can. I reminded him that I could not pay a bill with a used gas can, nor buy a meal. He accepted that, we moved on.
If I'm being played, well then that seems like an awful lot of trouble to go through to mess with a guy like me. Why? There's no good reason for it
that I can see, other than the surface level explanation. I was asked to write about this, to share this experience with you, so that's what I'm
doing.
My words here are the truth. Make of them what you will. Anyhow, as far as I can tell, Michael Jackson is not dead. He didn't die when they say he
did. Probably faked his death. I believe this to be true because I have met and spoken with the man, years after the time when he was reported to
have been deceased.