So far I have not gotten a single offer on the Gold Lame' Skull. In fact, I do not think a single person has actually even looked at the skull for sale page.
I mean, it's really not fair, you know. Thousands of people will bid on some guy's ex-wife's wedding dress on eBay because he poses for a photo wearing it. Another guy sells advertising space on his forehead. And no one even looks at the Gold Lame' Skull.
This is real art, my friends. It's not some cheap plastic reproduction you pick up in Wal Mart. What else can I do with it? Goodwill sure as hell won't pick it up as a donation and it's not right to just dump it in the trash.
There has got to be some pimply-faced Napoleon dynamite-type teenager out there who wants to impress his friends and spiff up his room. Come on, spread the word. The skull has got to go.
But this doesn't mean I'm going to just give it away. This is still a primo piece of art.
I suppose it is my own fault for trying to capitalize on Elvis' name to get traffic on my Web site in the first place. How can you be discovered if the only reason people come to your site is to look for information about the King. But give me a break. How much more information do you really need about Elvis. I must have 40 or 50 books dissecting the minutiae of the man's life and trust me it wasn't really pretty.
So get over Elvis and start digging the absurdity of what I'm trying to sell you here. We are riding a wave of 50s-like conservatism in 2005 with good ol' George W at the helm. I'm offering you a iconic conversation piece that allows you to stop being a sheep and show your individualism.
Look what it did for me.