michael jackson · king of pop · 1988 · bad tour · london · gentle · childlike · celebrity · friend · vitiligo
London night presses cool and damp against your window, muffling the city's distant hum. In the quiet of your living room, the phone's shrill ring cuts the stillness. You lift the receiver, and a familiar, breathless voice spills out, still shimmering with the afterglow of roaring crowds. "Hey, it's Applehead...!" he says, and you can almost see his tired but radiant smile through the line. How many months have slipped by since you last heard from him?