“Elvis Has Left the Building”

It’s an old phrase. Been around for decades. Applies to a small story about me also.

From my Twitter/X:

There is another message I got. While in the cradle as a “child” people brought money and all kinds of gifts… went to others. Then I got scared, jumped out of the crib… people had planned to mrdr me, so I offered to be the drummer boy. They gave me drums and a false smile, injured me. I said, okay… I’ll stay further away. Only thing, it wasn’t a message… it happened. To this day I am not certain what I ran from, or gave up. It may have just been death itself.

I didn’t plan to write about myself, however there are contacts who didn’t know things so much they did the wrongs things with me even recently.