I remember Kathy Roberts ... I remember what you did

.... really poking fun at my sister for this elvis thing... some years later I was dating a throwback person some younger than myself who always had an elvis tune playing.... at first I was like.. ummm whatever... and then slowly I was drawn in ...

from the days of real drive-in theaters which we barely remember and once watching some movie (again with my sister) as we all ran back and forth between cars and conway twitty or some other person was on screen. Maybe george jones. Some concert that my sister cried over. It was old when we saw it so ... she got me in by claiming she was my Mom. GRINS. She was pretty cool.

but she HAD tos ee it. It was still playing in some lil town when we were on vacation somewhere.

We had some times.

And then Spence Roberts family MURDERED her. So that's over now. But, not in my head.

In my head she lives on and on and on while those useless pieces of shit claim to have met Elvis.

Which is PROBABLY what killed the poor mab besides whores and all ya should know better than to hang with.

I wasn't going to mention Spence but fuckito it's true. I'm sure he's still celebrating. If you get close enough check his tattoos. I know his nephew got one celebrating bashing my Mother over the head. FUCK YOU DICKBREATH. You pay EVERY DAY.

You'll never be done paying .....

Wow, this started out about THE KING.

There's a THIN line between love and hate .....

stuck like a magnet as I watch for the story to play out ... ya shuld have backed away and left me alone like I said to do for a few months HOW LONG BACK???? It all could have been over easier and faster but maybe you like it this way. Jake with me. I've a whale of a tale i didn't have back then.

Enjoy.

It's THE KING.