This really has nothing to do with anything, but I'm on my moontime, and don't feel I need any other excuse than that, sooo yeah. . .
I have had 2 Elvis sightings lately. I think he works or lives near my school, because I see him periodically when I'm walking to school or to the bank (which is right around the corner from my school). Elvis hasn't changed much; big sunglasses, black shirt, jeans, boots, kinda fat, thick black hair. You know; Elvis. And I both times I really wanted to say something to him, but I resisted, and afterwards I would always call Aimee or Terra to speculate. My mother is convinced he works for the Newark airport, delivering baggage to airplanes.
And here I was all these years thinking he was dead.
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I don't know where your school is, but I see him all the time on my way to work in the Flatiron district.
Seriously.
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