Hey guys…

Just dropping some updates.
For those who care, things are fine with me. I have some priorities right now that take precedence over my fun stuff. Buying a house and studying to become a certified personal trainer, and work, have bitten into my creativity like nothing else. Im creating in my head but im reduced to writing ideas in my blackberry! Sheesh!

This week I tossed in some older work. I have quite a bit of work that you guys haven’t seen, but I cant put it out just yet. rest assured when the time comes, im going to be creating like crazy. Which means more MONEY for dex and other artist I use.
{wish I could commission MYSELF}

I certainly hope every one is safe and sorry for making this so short of a message.

Oh yeah, Michael Jackson…
One of the most loved people on earth, who just so happened to be one of the loneliest, is gone.
NOW he is immortal.
NOW people can stop fucking with him.

To me, he’ll always be little Michael from the J5.
And in a way, he never REALLY grew up.

I remember an interview, and this was YEARS ago, the guy asked Michael “what was it like before you were famous?”

Mike said “I cant…I cant remember.”

He laughed … and all I could think of was “damn. That’s fucked up”

Mike is the reason I NEVER wanted to become an entertainer at a young age. I have talent. Im a born entertainer, but I love my house, I love my mom and dad. Even though I came from a strict upbringing, I NEVER wanted to be far from my parents. But that was all I could see looking at Michael: I would have no home. I would belong to everyone.
That aint me. Even at a young age, I knew that wasn’t me.

The years went by and more and more of the child entertainers I grew up watching, just died or had lives that spiraled out of control.
I wonder is it worth it to even BE a child entertainer? I mean look at what COULD possibly happen.

Ahh well, before I ramble, I’ll stop.

Goodbye Michael.

Regards,

Tehron freeman