Besides that, I felt guilty. I thought for some reason... I was alive, and Buddy and those boys were dead, and I didn't know how, but somehow I'd caused it.

Nobody knows I'm Elvis, nobody knows this is me. After all of my tries, I've got the perfect disguise.

Now, I was on drugs, and that didn't help a whole lot. He hated that. That was part of where Chet and I had problems, so I take complete blame for that.

What bothers me most is that I don't bother you.

The villains have turned into heroes. The heroes have turned into heals.

I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane.

Mainly what I learned from Buddy... was an attitude. He loved music, and he taught me that it shouldn't have any barriers to it.