Still ignorant.

When my friends call me at four in the morning, "very distorted" from drugs, usually they just bitch and moan and start incoherently ranting about dolphin-fucking, OxyContin, and Thomas Jefferson.
Not the case with Michael Jackson. Says Marc Shaffel (former best friend of Jacko and producer of such quality films as Man With the Golden Rod and Cocktales ):"When Michael would be on drugs, he would call two, three, four in the morning, very distorted. And he would say, 'Oh, can you give me $70,000 tomorrow? There's this table I saw. I gotta have it for my living room."

Michael, dude, get it together. I mean, don't get it so together that you leave my blog high and dry of amazing stories such as this... but borrowing thousands of dollars from pornographers to purchase tables (not to mention Marlon Brando appearances and jewelry to bribe Liz Taylor)? Not the best move.