A month after “Aloha, From Hawaii”, 1973 Your dad, mom, and you were hung out in your parents room. Your father, Elvis, was battling with his weight and losing the battle. He was stood in front of the mirror, relaxing his whole posture and bearing, not making any effort to suck it in. As a result, his stomach bulged over the waist of his pants.

“Oh God, I’m so fucking fat.”

He muttered, more to himself. Priscilla started to tell him off for speaking inappropriately while you’re around.