“Elvis was a hero to most, but he never meant shit to me,” until my grandpa confessed his favorite song was always “Burning Love.”
His vote of approval made the King worthy of admiration ... even if Public Enemy called the sucker simple and plain.
I never listened to his music, but liked what he stood for – fried banana sandwiches – though the thought of dying on the toilet made me uncomfortable.
It reminded me of my most recent recurring dream – sitting in a glass stall, forced to shit in front of a crowd.
40 lbs of compacted feces in his colon, I imagine Elvis lived a similar nightmare.
Fame must’ve wreaked havoc on his digestive track.
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