lay dying on his bathroom floor as new girlfriend, 18 year old Ginger Alden, best friend Joe Esposito and others tried to help him. It was to no avail. The 42 year old, 250 pound overgrown kid who had risen to gargantuan proportions in American culture, as well as in his own body, no more the swivel hipped 170 pound truck driver that wowed them at Sun Studios, breathed his last.
That was before my first marriage tanked, and the car accident that would ruin my possible career as a professional athlete occurred. Man, I'm old. I was the same age as Elvis was when in the year of my birth he exploded onto the American music scene with three monster hits.
It was fun while it lasted. Great music, stupid but somewhat funny movies, except for three or four that were really, really good, like Flaming Star, and oh, those clothes!!!
And today, he is a fond memory in American culture, still popular, still making people happy with his music.
And I'm an old goat with a a bad neck, two creaky hips and two shaky knees. Hey, maybe I'm loosey, goosey enough to shake like he did:
Ah said, shake, rattle, and roll, shake, rattle and roll, . . .
HELP!!! I'VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T GET UP!!!

mg:
Uh oh, I'm gonna lay here and die just like he did. Hey Fernando, send somebody to take care of my cat and my snake.
