Lions, Mane, Lions

You know what they call me?

Alex "All Day" Chung.

No one has ever called you that in your entire life.

Well, I call myself that.

That's true.

I suppose I've been called and called myself many things.

So many.

Most deserved.

But some uncalled for.

Just not called for at all.

I've been called absurd a lot lately.

And I dig it.

It's what I've been going for.

Reach for the stars, All Day.

As I've said before, though, you never go full absurd.

Just enough absurd.

Within reason.

Goldilocks absurd.

But it's time, I think, to put absurdity to bed.

At least, full(ish) absurdity.

With a bowl of porridge.

Night night.

So, not that you care, but my ebony locks are gone, baby.

Or at least on the floor.

Looks like there's a mullet wig laying there (we have several).

Back to "Old Daddy" as my babies called it.

Old(ish) Daddy.

Feels good.

Head swivels.

Hair don't follow, it stays tight, with me.

No delays.

I'll miss tossing it up with my hand, but alas, life's a trade.

My head, already quite prodigious, feels light(ish).

A heavy feather.

But still a feather.

I could go on all day.

All Day!!!