I’m not sure how many of you have ever driven through Gary, Indiana before but it is pretty much the worst city ever. It smells like cold french fries for some reason and is cartoonishly dilapidated. I went there on Saturday to visit Michael Jackson’s birthplace. Below you’ll find a Ghost Island exclusive photo recounting.
There is something elaborate that could be said about the sort of American Dream circa late empire story of Jackson’s life, but there really isn’t much point in belaboring it. Enjoy.