ok actually have my own personal weirdo michael jackson story. so here goes, my mom used to be an exec for northwest throughout he 90's and we had to go to amsterdam pretty often for years after northwest merged with KLM in holland. anyway, on one of the trips the hotel we had been setup in was overbooked for some conference so we ended up getting comp'd a room at this super uber expensive hotel called the grand amsterdam. our room was a huge fucking penthouse type suite with doors that overlooked one the canal streets. when we started unpacking our stuff we started hearing shouting from outside. when we peaked our head out of one of these enormous windows we were surprised to see about 40 people with cameras all screaming and taking pictures of us! They were fucking screaming bloody murder for at least 20 minutes before we figured to call the front desk. apparently, jacko had been staying in the same room for about 2 weeks up until that morning when we checked in. so these weird ass european gypsy jacko heads had setup camp out in the street. i guess the hotel had tried to tell these people he had left and eventually i guess they figured it out because they were gone the next morning. ill never forget seeing this 200ib grown man screaming up at me, " Michael we love you!" absolutely fucking traumatizing.
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