The Day Michael Jackson Died

I remember
where I was
the day
Michael Jackson died.
The announced it
on the radio
as my girlfriend and I
drove
to the liquor store.
People were
calling in;
everyone seemed
so sad.
"Thriller" played
as she walked
inside
to get vodka.
We talked
about it
all night
as we
downed shots.
At 2 a.m.,
we got into
a fight.
It was
quite brutal.
I ended up
drinking alone
on the back porch,
while she passed out
in bed.
Not all of us
can be pop stars;
some of us
are common drunks.