Everyday i wake up at 4:20pm, the sun beaming on my face as it almost sets for the night, i look to the left, i see the one. The only. King julian. As I get out of my bed I am greeted with my tens of thousands of posters of king julian cascading down my bedroom walls. I go to brush my teeth. Only. using my limited edition 2006 King julian toothpaste with my 10 year old madagascar toothbrush. They say you can never grow out of some obsessions, but king Julian… he’s NOT an obsession he is a passion, a lust, a desire.

As I go about my day every little thing reminds me of him. Whenever my coworkers tell me to “move it” for the 5th time in the last 20 seconds because I really don’t do much at my job i’m only reminded of my one true love. Julian. The days have gotten longer and unbearable because I haven’t seen him in person. His voice, I miss it so much. That beautiful raspy soulful tone. I miss when he sung me to sleep every day. But ever since I moved from Madagascar, things haven’t been the same and never will be the same.

I love you King Julian.