Uncle Elvis

Ok I'm gonna release some highly toxic and sensitive information right here on my blog. Prepare yourself... ELVIS IS MY UNCLE.... well at least thats what I believed until I was like 10.
When I was a kid my mom used to always listen to these Elvis records (yes I said records) and I thought Elvis was the best thing in the world cause my mom said it. Well somehow I developed the habit of calling him Uncle Elvis and my mom, thinking it was harmless, allowed me to say it without correction. I would refer to the "king of rock and roll" as my uncle every time I would see him on tv or hear my mother play his music.
Naturally I wanted my friends to know that this man was family so I would tell them. If they brought him up... I would simply volunteer the information that he was in fact my uncle. As you can imagine, this brought alot of laughs and weird looks but I knew they were just jealous. One day I had enough and when a few friends were over at the house I went and got my mom to come outside. Standing beside her proudly... I said "Mama will you tell them that Elvis really IS my uncle." I remember a brief pause before my mom laughed and said... "Eric, don't be silly. He's not your uncle." Devastation!
Everything from there was a blur... I have no idea what happened next but there seems to be a clouded memory of kids laughing and the taste of betrayal in my mouth... I'm gonna get you back for that one MOM!!!!