Monday, October 31, 2005
The King and I
When I was younger I never liked Elvis.
I thought that you had to live in a trailer park to be a fan.
Then one day the King came to me in a dream.
I run in to him and his bodyguards in the back hallways of a crowded mall. He was escaping the mob that had spotted him and he was fearful that they had just made a confirmed Elvis sighting. He was supposed to be dead. He was fat and he was old. His hair was mostly gray. He spotted me and told his guards to kill me because I recognize him. The guard walks over to me with his .45 leveled at my forehead. I wake up to the sound of my heartbeat in my head.
When I was attending the Non-Commissioned Officers academy I used the name of Elvis as a radio call sign designator. It was funny to hear the traffic over the wire report that Elvis is alive and coming back in and to hold fire.
My hair is naturally very Elvis-like.
The kids at my daughter’s school shout, “Hey look! It’s Elvis!”
I tell them that I am not really Elvis, but that I am Elvis’ helper.
The above photo is me standing in front of Elvis’ cape that belonged to the famed Aloha outfit. The cape and belt was given to Ed Parker who was Elvis’ martial arts instructor. His wife was gracious enough to invite us to the house to tell us a couple of stories about Ed Parker, Bruce Lee and the King himself.
Posted by Elvis McFatPants at 12:40 AM