13-6-98 Day off. Memphis, Tn.

Elvis sold over a billion records. If you laid all the records Elvis has sold end to end they would circle the Earth over 2 times. He died at the age of 42. According to the Elvis estate he died after a rigorous game of squash (or racket ball as they call it). According to the tabloid media he died on the toilet after a 2 million calorie fried peanut butter sandwich. There are no pictures of Elvis as a fat man at Gracelands. There is no mention of his drug taking or excesses. They can rewrite history in Memphis. He who controls the past controls the future.

To be brutally honest, Elvis' place isn't that impressive. The pool is small, the rooms are small, the decor is average for someone with so much money. The interesting bits are still there. Elvis' extensive collection of police, special agent and narcotics badges are still there. The king could do what ever the hell he wanted in whatever the hell state he wanted whenever the hell he wanted to and iT was all legal. There's a note from the chief of one police squad:

IT GIVES ME GREAT PLEASURE IN THESE SEAMLESSLY LAWLESS TIMES TO SEE A PERFORMER OF YOUR CALIBRE TAKING AN ACTIVE INTEREST IN LAW AND ORDER. PLEASE ACCEPT THIS SPECIAL ENFORCEMENT AGENT BADGE AS A GIFT FROM ME TO YOU, AND MAY I WISH YOU EVERY SUCCESS IN YOUR RECORDING CAREER

Elvis had it made. He could have walked down the street butt naked smoking weed toting a machine gun in each hand and the cops would have let him clean off. Strange then that they deemed it necessary to engrave a 'copyright' symbol at the bottom of his tombstone after a lovely lamenting poem. The ultimate product. Elvis Presley. Even got a copyright symbol on his grave stone. Raking in the bucks long after his death. The posthumous king. You quote the touching passage from Elvis' grave stone as a tribute to the king of rock and roll . . . you get your ass sued boy. More Elvis, more Snickers, more Coke.