Not unlike most artist, Elvis became the victim of his own
fame. I suppose there wouldn't have been too many doctors who wouldn't have sold their souls to be a part of his life and even death. I don't remember if the said doctor lost his licenses to practice medicine or not, but I do know that if he is still alive, he has those memories that either haunt him or make him smile. And for what, he got to give this famous man all the drugs he wanted or the fact he was inside of a
land that few got to go. Elvis killed himself. Intentionally or
not, it really doesn't matter. Not in the great scheme of things. I liked him before Vegas got a hold of his soul. I don't mean his god given sold to the devil soul, but the soul that made him one of this country's greatest singers ever known. But that fat white leather with sequences on those white leather jackets and matching pants. But the kid who acted and sang as if they were the only thing he knew how to do. But he found out he could get high taken certain drugs and that made him happy. So if he needed a doctor to make it okay for him to take those drugs, he din't have to go far to find one. Elvis wasn't a hero, he wasn't a good role model, he was a singer.