Man, when Priscilla left, all Elvis wanted to do was have girls fight in their white underwear on the bed. He'd make them wrestle, he'd fly across the country to get a peanut butter and bacon friend banana sandwich, he did all these drugs, he shot TV sets, he slowly killed himself and his career buried beneath layers of fat and abuse and self hate and narcotics and delusions. What a way to go.

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