Around this time last year, I was Facebook friends with the man who I would eventually introduce to the audience as “someone of considerable significance”.
That man is J. Randy Taraborelli. We had a mutual friend in David Gunther whom I knew from my boxing days at West Side boxing in Eden Prairie. Mr. Taraborelli knew him from his Brazilian Jujitsu classes out in California.
I had watched Taraborelli ad infinitum it seems growing up. After all, he was one of Michael Jackson’s good friends through several decades and his official biographer. I was a fan of the King Of Pop’s in the truest sense of the word. I was a fanatic. At my brother’s wedding in 2012, I did a solo dance when “Billie Jean” came on. Yes, I moon-walked. Yes, it was damned good.
