You are Elvis Presley. I am Andy Kaufman.

Feb 27, 1969
Kaufamn
Leavitt Hall
645 Beacon St.
Boston, Msses, Room 629

Dear Mr. Presley,

Hi.

Here I am at the old college desk writing you a letter for the first time in my life.

Here I am twenty years old. I have been an "Elvis Presley fan" since my grandfather bought me a copy of Elvis' Golden Records when I was seven. (Since then I have acquired every word you ever recorded, except three.)

You are Elvis Presley. I am Andy Kaufman. One day I shall meet you. I shall shake your hand. I shall say "Hello."

I know you, ya know? I really do know you. I have seen

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as yours.) It's just an idea, but if it can't happen, can you arrange for me to just shake your hand and say hello? I mean, I've gone through a heckova lot these past few years, turning people on to you, dragging friends and parties to your movies. I don't even drink, smoke, or curse anymore.

Thanks for everything
(No kiddin', I feel like I'm writin' to Santa Claus or somethin'.)

Sincerely,

Andy G. Kaufman

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