Elvis 4th of July
America? We’ve got the Fourth of July—part barbecue, part cosplay, part existential crisis. It’s loud, it’s messy, and somewhere deep in the heart of it, there’s always Elvis.
America? We’ve got the Fourth of July—part barbecue, part cosplay, part existential crisis. It’s loud, it’s messy, and somewhere deep in the heart of it, there’s always Elvis.
I’d found Bigfoot. Not in the forest. In history. Caught on film like a cryptid Forrest Gump with better hair.
Y2K was a mixtape with a killer intro… followed by 99 minutes of white noise and dial-up sounds. A panic party where no one showed up—except your weird uncle, standing in the garage, holding a…