He’s not Elvis
KingEz is a name I was tagged with as a kid.. or rather “King” and “EZ”.. I was the genius to stick them together. Traveling with my parents gospel band New Harvest, I didn’t stay long in any school, so I was not even a outcast, but a unknown. I think we calculated 20 moves before I was 16 and that was with this huge back breaking piano that may have something to do with my bad back 
Well.. back to my story.
I was dubbed King at more than a few schools because I was called king of the nerds or geeks by those popular blond kids with braces. I figured it was because I was a few years behind and bigger than some of the teachers and the nerds, creeps, druggies, fatties, faggots and retards stuck to me like a bad reputation.
So.. Kingez is really a joke. I’m not a king. I’m a felon, a divorcée, accused alcoholic, manic, narcissist, megalomanic-glum-goober-lexdyxic-broke beggar-dropout that can’t find his way with a geiger counter. See.. get the joke!
So why should you give a damn what I blog about? Though you should take what everyone says with a grain of salt, I’m a King, the King of Ez… so of course I know what I’m saying or I wouldn’t be the King of Ez.. right?
I could barely read or write when I dropped out in the 10th grade at 17 with a itchy beard, but, I have one of those heroic american stories that everyone likes to watch on the news and buy books based on…”Against ALL ODDS BITCH!. (that’s my book title in the works)” You know those super heros that get it all right and for 24.99 will show you how to do it right in 7 easy steps, so you can be a super dude like them and sell books to losers like us… thats me baby!! I’m working on breaking the ” 3 step” barrier.. I think I can get “total-success, riches, Kick’n-Father, Efectual-Christian, Bad-ass-pray’er, God-Loving, thin, self-confident NEW YOU! ” in just 2.5 steps… I’m still in the Lab on this, it’s very dangerous to take the “steps” so low, it actually causes our magnetic secret energy to get out of alignment resulting in an eight hour erection in both men and woman… which can be very awkward if your a Relevant-Effective-Christian-Rich-mo-fo-Social-media-mogul-new you.
I had riches, and have dipped way bellow the poverty line.. slumped over in a prison cell, and dined with famous ass holes and the one thing i know, is that it doesn’t matter where you are, or your situation, thats not the point. Third world countries are more “happy” and “satisfied” than we are here in the Golden Kingdom.
I’m not political, never have been, don’t think there are any answers there… the only answer is… uh, let me get back to you on that… i think has something to do with Transfat.. or the Beatles.
Anyway, this blog is focused on contentment, enjoying those things around us, and the dispelling lies of our modern factory line.
