Friday, August 19, 2011
Me: Hey. Are you busy?
My husband: Not especially. I can talk for a few minutes. What's up?
Me: Well, I've been thinking...you know how we always say that how crazy all of the Jackson kids are is proof that Joe Jackson was abusive?
My husband: Yeah, I guess.
Me: You know, because we're always like, it's impossible that they would ALL end up so fucked up without serious wrongdoing on at least one parent's part, right?
Me: Well, I was thinking...maybe we're wrong. Maybe it's just genetics.
Him: What do you mean?
Me: Well, Joe Jackson was obviously crazy right?
Him: Yeah, batshit.
Me: Well, so his kids are crazy too. They inherited it. You know, genetics.
Him: Hmmm. I guess so. I mean, it must be a little of both, no?
Me: Yeah, of course. A little column A and a little column B. It's just I had never thought of the genetics angle before.
Him: How did you happen to think of this?
Me: Well, I just overheard someone on the street talking about robins -
Me: Yeah, you know, the birds. Robins. So I overheard someone talking about robins, and I thought of the song Rockin' Robin, and then I got to thinking about the Jackson Five, and then Joe Jackson...you see?
Him: Ah, of course. I love you.
Me: I love you too.
Him: You should post this on your blog.
Me: Maybe. It's not so interesting though.
Him: I take it the baby is asleep?
Me: Yeah, he's in the sling. We're walking across to the green train on 125th Street to go to work.
Him: Well, have a good day.
Me: You too. See you tonight.