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My love affair with E.A.P goes back to 1967, when I was a cocktail waitress/hostess in the VIP quarters of The Sahara in Las Vegas Nevada. I was young and extremely impressionable. I had met many famous types while working the graveyard shift when many of the performers in town liked to drink and gamble with their cronies. Joey Bishop, Rodney Dangerfield, Phyllis Diller, Totie Fields, Marty Allen, Rusty Warren, Charlie Callas. I entertained many celebrities. I was star struck like most young girls my age, but kept myself in control enough to handle my duties. Charlie Callas, although physically unattractive, was one of the most charming men I have ever met. One evening out of the clear blue sky, E.A.P and about a dozen of his boys from Memphis came in and started yelling and carrying on like a group of wild indians. I was terrified. E.A.P was unshaven and visibly intoxicated. He was still handsome beyond my wildest dreams. His hair was so black it shined navy blue, and although he was in need of sleep, he had the face of an angel. A very good looking angel. He moved around the room, attending to the needs of his men like a mother hen. I was standing in a corner, trying to be invisible and he came up with a hand full of cash, and asked me to run to the gift shop for cigarettes, cigars, and chewing gum for his friends. He must have handed me two hundred dollars, which in those days was a fortune, and whisperd his instructions in my ear, the whole time his scruffy, unshaven cheek, running across mine. His cologne was like nothing I had smelled before. Later I narrowed it down to Royal Copenhagen, but it was unknown to me at the time. I followed his instructions to the letter and returned with the things he had asked for. The total was only about thirty five dollars and he insisted I keep the change. He took my hand and shook it warmly and again rubbed his cheek against mine. It was a life changing experience to be touched by such greatness in such intimate circumstances. His charm, warmth, and magnetism rolled off him like his intoxicating cologne. I have been under his undying spell ever since. I am an E.A.P historian of sorts, and am frequently asked to comment on E.A.P fan sites all over the internet. I am able to recite in order his every number one hit, and have a concrete theory as to the events leading to his most tragic death, and the motives of the vultures who tried to tarnish his legacy. It is also my firm belief that I have been the target of an investigation surrounding my theory as to the reasons leading up to E.A.P's demise, and I have gone on record as saying I have felt I was being watched by recording company executives and their greedy henchmen. To many of you this sounds ludicrous, to me however I am absoulute in my beliefs and will one day prove my theory beyond a shadow of a doubt. I believe given the right circumstances I could have been a very important person in E.A.P's life, and can only hope in his afterlife he has witnessed the work I have done in perserving his memory, and keeping his powerful legacy alive. I have met with Pricilla as well as Lisa Marie on two occasions at Graceland, and feel as if they are my family, although our meetings were brief. The exchange of hello actually. They know how much E. A.P meant to me. I am more than a fan, I feel like a widow. It is early and I have playdates for
my Tinkerbell. Happy Sunday cybies.
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