Rock’n Roll
I always wanted to be a rock and roll star. My first hero, of course, was Elvis, and I remember the first time I heard one of his records. I was downtown Spencer, and a friend of mine came up to me and asked me to go to the Kraft Music store with him and listen to records. In the store they had those isolation booths like the kind they had on "The $64,000 Question". and we would go in and close the doors and play the music as loud as possible. When school was in session, we'd take our books inside the store and place 45's between the pages and sneak the loot outside and divide it among the culprits.
It was always more fun to steal. When my friend and I got inside the store, he led me to the folders that hold the 45’s and he pulled out an Elvis record and I thought that he was playing a joke on me. Nobody could be any good that had a name like Elvis. We played the record over and over for two hours and when I left the isolation booth I was a devoted Elvis fan. I now had a new daydream--I was a rock ‘n roll star, and I had pretty clothes, and I was good looking, and the girls would chase me, and I would make movies, and I had plenty of money. I guess that once you are a rock ‘n roll star there is no turning back. I still wouldn't mind being one.
There was a time when I fancied myself as one of the Beatles. I was the Yankee of the group and wrote all the songs, and being a Yankee, I naturally handled all of the money. When we broke up the group. I was the main reason. I had to go into hiding like Howard Hughes and increase my massive fortune and sneak around the world in my private Lear jet. Eventually I brought the group back together and the dream sort of dies there. I wouldn't mind being a Ray Charles or a Frank Sinatra.