About Those Amy Winehouse Paintings

Another thing that Jeremy Sigler (I believe that was his last name) had going for him was his excellent taste in movies. He had settled on the only in-flight movie worth watching, other than the one I had watched, starring Nicholas Cage—a cult movie star from way back in the ’90s—as himself, out of work, broke, and long overdue, if not desperate, for a role, if not a revival. Cage was famous in movies long before I was born in the year 2000—a year before 9/11 if that helps—meaning I am Gen Z, meaning I am very quick on all handheld digital devices. It is important that I clarify that my reason for liking Nicholas Cage (let alone even knowing who he is) is due to a photograph I saw of him recently on Twitter, walking down the street with his new hot, way younger Asian (I would say Japanese) wife, who was about six months pregnant with, according to the picture’s caption, his child.