You’re everything I hate in a person...

Being a walking talking public performance is a tough business to shoulder for anyone. One would think the ones who live that lifestyle would seek kindred company to help them fend off the brutal nature of their often hostile environment and navigate the many cataclysmic personal issues they face when they roam alone in an unguarded industry, especially when at the top of their game.

But how could a troubled music industry heavyweight, a drug abusing people using attention hog like Richie King ever come to be in the same realm as equally as impressive, people serving, kind-hearted Michael Jackson?

Two men of a similar calibre. Two totally different moral backgrounds.

Same industry.

Same determination to end out on top.