August Writing Day 28
This is what happens when Dean Koontz and Weird Al get together in my brain.
I guess he’s not technically living in my den, since he’s been dead for almost thirty years, but he stays there. Sometimes. I have no idea why. I went in one day to watch the Brave-Reds game and there he was, you should pardon the expression, big as life. Sitting on the couch looking around. I was shocked of course, but he didn’t seem concerned, so I just turned on the game. He looked good; better than I thought he would, considering how he looked when he died. I offered him some popcorn, but the dead don’t eat. I knew that, I was just testing. Apparently they don’t speak either, because Elvis never said anything. He’d make faces and react to things on the television. I suppose that means her can hear, but maybe it was just the game. The Reds were pretty bad. He disappeared during the seventh inning stretch. I’d gone to the bathroom and when I got back, he was gone.
He comes around occasionally. I don’t think Elvis is trying to tell me anything. I just think he’s lonely. I’ve never seen him in any other place except the den. Every once in a while I read him stories from the Weekly National Enquiring World Tabloid about people seeing him or what looks like him in mold in their basements and stuff like that. He gets a big kick out of them. It’s good to watch him laugh.
I asked about Tupac; Elvis doesn’t know where he is.
I guess he’s not technically living in my den, since he’s been dead for almost thirty years, but he stays there. Sometimes. I have no idea why. I went in one day to watch the Brave-Reds game and there he was, you should pardon the expression, big as life. Sitting on the couch looking around. I was shocked of course, but he didn’t seem concerned, so I just turned on the game. He looked good; better than I thought he would, considering how he looked when he died. I offered him some popcorn, but the dead don’t eat. I knew that, I was just testing. Apparently they don’t speak either, because Elvis never said anything. He’d make faces and react to things on the television. I suppose that means her can hear, but maybe it was just the game. The Reds were pretty bad. He disappeared during the seventh inning stretch. I’d gone to the bathroom and when I got back, he was gone.
He comes around occasionally. I don’t think Elvis is trying to tell me anything. I just think he’s lonely. I’ve never seen him in any other place except the den. Every once in a while I read him stories from the Weekly National Enquiring World Tabloid about people seeing him or what looks like him in mold in their basements and stuff like that. He gets a big kick out of them. It’s good to watch him laugh.
I asked about Tupac; Elvis doesn’t know where he is.