We Killed George Michael
Too careless of a whisper?
It was Christmas Eve of 2016, I was going to fly out to Florida to spend Christmas with my brother and his family in Florida the next morning.
Holidays suck when you are divorced and want to spend it with your kids. My ex and I had worked out a holiday system where one of us had the girls on Thanksgiving and the other one had Christmas.
On paper it sounded good, but in reality that stuff never works. In Latin culture, it’s Nochebuena that is the big deal (Christmas Eve.)
I didn’t want to be alone on Nochebuena so I organized a small get-together at my house. I had a few friends politely stop by and say hello and they left fairly quickly.
Four of us were left and we had been having some alcoholic beverages and probably some THC was involved as well. We decided to listen to music and oldies.
At some point we started listening to George Michael’s music. We did a deep dive on the whole catalog, talked about what was happening in our lives when certain songs came out, that type of stuff.
The next day I was shocked to hear that George Micheal had died. I called my friends and we were sure we had something to do with that. In the cosmic sense, I mean.
As silly as it sounds, everytime I hear one of his songs I feel a little pang of guilt.
Live Long and Prosper
-Dan
Enjoy his music!