Diner King

It was blatantly obvious that Elvis hadn’t left the building. 

No peanut butter and banana sandwiches? What kind of restaurant was this? 

Life was fickle. Once he had been hailed as King, now he was sitting next to a rack of cigar magazines.


Blue Suede Shoes? These things feel more like stone.




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