I sit here numb on a Friday night, late, staring at TV images of a legend gone forever. This generation's last mania-inducing legend.
Mad genius and oddball eccentric he was part Howard Hughes, part Elvis, part Mickey Mouse and that's what made him, him.
Scandals aside, my adolescence and to a large degree, even my early adulthood was consumed by his essence.
I wasn't alone. There wasn't a tucked away corner of the world where people didn't know him.
Need proof? He broke the internet when he died. Imagine that.
He's suddenly and unexpectedly gone now and I, like, the rest of the world will miss him dearly.