He landed in the water, surfaced, and looked directly into the sun. "Not the bees," he muttered with a wink to no one. "Definitely not the bees."
He took the gig. The host was Javi, a billionaire with the soul of a fanboy and a DVD collection that could be seen from space. They didn't just bond; they catalyzed. They spent three days drinking expensive mezcal and debating why Con Air was actually a neo-realist masterpiece. The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022) ...
Nick Cage didn’t just enter the room; he manifested within it, a whirlwind of leather fringe and existential dread. He was currently staring at a life-sized wax statue of himself from Face/Off , wondering if the wax version had better career prospects. He landed in the water, surfaced, and looked
The lines blurred. Nick was now playing a character playing himself playing a spy. He wore a wire under a Gucci shirt that cost more than a mid-sized sedan. Every time Javi hugged him, the feedback in Nick's ear sounded like a dying whale. The host was Javi, a billionaire with the
"Nick," his agent’s voice crackled over the phone, sounding like sandpaper on silk. "The birthday party. One million dollars. All you have to do is be... you ."
"Is something wrong, Nicky?" Javi asked, his eyes filled with genuine love.
But then, the CIA knocked. Or rather, they cornered Nick in a bathroom.