Pink Trash Travels


My Fondled MJ Doll

I bought a Michael Jackson doll back in the 80s. I never opened the package. Instead, I kept it hidden in my old closet at my grandma's house in Lindsborg, KS. Then one day I returned home from college to find out my little brother discovered my Michael Jackson doll, opened it, and ruined any hopes of a future selling opportunity as nobody wants a fondled doll. Somehow I knew back then that MJ wouldn't be around long. Today, I wish I was wrong.