Dude! That is absolutely insane because some many years ago my god father, Steve, was a bouncer at a club in LA. One night a patron taps him on the shoulder and tells him there’s a dude facedown in his own vomit in the men’s room. Not super uncommon, Steve (big, big guy) goes to the men’s room and lifts this poor soul out his puke puddle by the back of his shirt. Upon which said passed out drunk throws back his vomit covered head and says “I nehgdahbirr” (which apparently is I need a beer) so Steve walks him out into the club, grabs a Heineken off of a table on the way, dumps it on the floor, has the bartender fill it with club soda, sit the drunk gentleman down at a table and hands him the fake Heineken. That drunk man was Nicolas Cage.
That’s crazy. We may be the same human being according to the similarities of our lived experiences. 3.2”, you?