Makes me wonder how li'l Prince Michael Jackson III, aka "Blanket," is doing these days.
This is the first thing you see when you step off the escalator and head to Rock and Roll Heaven...
I recall when we were cheeky lads, we used to roll up a blanket to plug up the crack at the bottom of the door in the hotel rooms. But we never saw the need to waive one off a bloody balcony.
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