His dreams were filled with chaos, but beautiful quiet chaos. There was another sighting yesterday. The Star said so, in big broad headlines: ELVIS SEEN EATING AT MC DONALD'S
Flash bulbs, bright and loud...LEAVE ME ALONE, he cries. He feels the flowers hitting him. Hitting him on his face. I"VE GOT TO GET OUT OFF THIS STAGE, he screams.
He opens an eye and sees that he's o.k. Just some pesky kids.
He wonders what's for lunch today; roast beef or chicken? He can see his surroundings with one eye barely open. Hmmm, nice legs, he notices a girl looking at him. What's she looking at? he wonders.
And who cares? He closes his eye and goes back to his lunch menu. Who needs women? Who needs anybody?......