The last moments of Michael Jackson, who died at the age of 50 on June 25, 2009, are revealed more in a new explosive book by Dylan Howard, published this Tuesday, July 7 in the United States.
Pop music myth, Michael Jackson fascinates by his journey but also because of the enigmatic circumstances of his death. In his new book titled Bad : An Unprecedented Investigation into the Michael Jackson Cover-up, published in the United States this Tuesday, July 7, the journalist Dylan Howard evokes the last hours of the King, become addicted to pain relievers, after an addiction to sleeping pills and propofol. The doses, administered intravenously by his doctor Conrad Murray (who then pocketed the sum of 100,000 dollars per month), were even such that they no longer had any impact on him. At the beginning of 2009, the father of Paris Jackson had even cumulated $ 100,000 bills at a pharmacy in the Beverly Hills neighborhood. For Dylan Howard, and even though Dr. Murray was convicted of manslaughter to his dismay, the thesis of suicide cannot be excluded.
“Although the facts of Michael’s disappearance do not add to suicide, they certainly reveal a desperate man who committed suicide slowly while taking drugs“, thus estimates the author, “and those around him took advantage of his helplessness.” False allies of which Michael Jackson nevertheless seemed to have learned. Riddled with debt and eaten up by paranoia, the singer died on June 25, 2009 at the age of 50 following an overdose of propofol (and only a few weeks after hiring Dr. Conrad Murray) had expressed his worst fears in his journal. “I’m afraid someone is trying to kill me. There are bad people everywhere. They want to destroy me and take my publishing house. The system wants to kill me“, he wrote.
Driven by the desire to be immortal
To protect himself, and as Dylan Howard also reveals in his work, Michael Jackson had decided to take his fortune in hand. “I want to sign all checks over $ 5,000 now. Hire an accountant I trust and a lawyer. I want to meet him “, he wrote, gradually wary of his manager at the time, Tohme R. Tohme. Invaded all the same by the fantasy of becoming immortal like his idol, Walt Disney. “If I don’t focus on cinema, no immortalization”, could we read in his newspaper.
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