Last night, Elvis went out with Emma Lee and a friendly ghost named Frank*. Elvis was insistent on getting to bed early–they had been up since six in the mornin’, writing books. Emma Lee said “More whiskey, please.” Then it was four in the morning.
Waking up was hard. Emma Lee drew Elvis easy enough (although, note the eyes, this is how she felt), but it took Elvis two cups of coffee to get it on the internet. Below picture 13, cups of coffee numeros uno (71 Irving) y dos (El Beit).
At 3:30 in the afternoon, the two of them were finally ready for the day. Elvis told Emma Lee this made her an asshole. Emma Lee shrugged, and started drawing pictures of buildings.
*name of ghost has been changed
