I have sad news to report from the corner of Damen and Iowa. Elvis is gone.
Where Elvis once seranaded me on my way to and from work, only broken wooden posts remain. Looks look new Elvis wins the staring contest.
In other Elvis-related news, the King is still stalking me. I think he really enjoys beer since he seems to frequent every drinking establishment that I’ve recently patroned. Either that or Elvis is the patron saint of dive bars. I went to Delilah’s this weekend, and low-and-behold, Elvis was there, singing and shaking those hips above me as I sipped a frosty beverage. I apologize that I didn’t catch the full name of the artist.