Yesterday Elvis worked on the nonfiction book proposal that is due ASAP. It bores him to tears. Then Elvis worked dinner at Teddy’s and for his efforts (which included taking a shot of whiskey with a creepy old man), he received $50 and a steak salad. Ended with a nightcap at Matchless with ever-lovely KC. Early in the evening, Elvis text-messaged the music lawyer, (looking for counsel, and counsel alone), but he was busy: “on way out for dinner and booze now whll let u know if free up.”
Elvis tried.
No word from Frank the Friendly Ghost. Elvis thinks he scared him away. Elvis tried really hard.
Here’s Elvis on the Stove.
Good day, everyone. All around.
