Elvis Lives
It was 9am Monday morning. I was disoriented. This was not my apartment. I soon discovered I had awakened at the PVP mansion. Suddenly it all came rushing back to me: I had just finished working on a film shoot for the past 5 days in Lancaster. And I had to book a flight to Vegas for later that afternoon. I was exhausted, but time was of the essence. I raced back to Hollywood and booked a flight out of Burbank for 5pm. Before I knew it I was in the City of Sin. And not a moment too late: it was the last 24 hours my friends from Delaware would be there. This is a collection from my experience there.
For another perspective, check out Steven's version of the events.
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