Looking like Mike and I’m feeling the 5.

It’s been 5,781 days since we lost the King of Pop, and where has it left us?

A TV star for a president, global conflicts raging and a BALD man in charge of the Liberal Party.

On cold autumn nights like these I stare wistfully up into the golden moon and shed a single crystalline tear for our dear departed Michael.

Looking like Mike, feeling the 5.