Leo Dicap Enlists Johnny Depp on His Adventure
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‘You have to become what it is you’re searching for,’ he intones, stretching himself beyond his mind’s eye. ‘Sometimes when the sun is not out… it is because you are the sun. Make your own light up:) and bask in it.”
This washed across all of the readers as a really precious sentiment.
“Listen, Zultana,” he said speaking into the mic on his smartwatch. Everyone had their own daemon AI device that always gave back equal to more intel than it… stole, really. “Put my boy Johnny on the phone please.”
“Calling… Johnny Depp,” she responded obediently.
“Excellent.”
The phone rang one and a half to two times before Johnny abruptly answered it.
He was smoking a cigar on the gulf of the Rio at the Rainforest Cafe.
“Leo… my man! What’s poppin fella?!”
“Felli fel,” said Johnny cryptically. “How are you my man?” Typical Alpha one-ups control the mod spot.
“I’m good bro. Hey listen, I wanted to invite you out to the… I’m in somewhere very special, you ready?... I’m in…. The sand dunes, bruh! Of southwest Africa. You have to come out! I need you bro.”
“Really? Bro, I’ve sort of got my eye on these cuties, right now, I think they like me.”
“Not right now, man, but in like, 3 days? I’ll be half way through a purification and vision quest out on the dunes. I want to go sandboarding on day 3 and integrate my visions with someone that really understands me. I have like, my entire security team here with me. They’re very good. I’m buying them all mopeds, on the house. Zephyr Excalibers. But listen bro, they’re not you. They’ll be taking detailed notes of everything. But they haven’t been with me since Day 1. You know my soul, J. And by Day 3 I’m gonna be off the Peyote for the full visions, an intrepid quest, yes, and I’ll be ready to split a sheet of L tabs with you. What do you say? I’m doing research for the…”
Johnny groans, and leans back into his beach lounge chair. “Don’t tell me, you’re doing research for that Tim Leary film? Bro, they shot you down, don’t embarrass yourself like that. Why would you do research for a film that didn’t want you?”
“Well… I’m not sure if they actually didn’t want me or if my agents asked for too much. You know they’re taking 20% now, Johnny. 20%! It used to be 15. I don’t even know where my life is going anymore, it’s just slipping through my goddamn fingers.”
“You need recon, bro, that’s not cool. Mine gets 15 if he’s lucky. That’s if he scores me the lead.”
“Yeah, well, that would be the case.”
“So you are doing research for the film!”
“Johnny, lower your voice, lower your voice.” Leo glances around the golden red dusted abyss, rolling dune drops with zero people anywhere outside of his security team all smoking a doobie out in the wavy horizon. “Don’t say that kind of thing in earshot. I’m not allowed to publicize my upcoming roles until it’s specifically signed off for the press. But yea, between you and me, all pride aside?, I really am trying to nail this role. I’ve… frankly I’ve wanted it more than I have any role before, and that’s including the Titanic. More than “What’s Eating Gilbert Grape.” More than… whatever the f**k else I’ve done.”
“Wow! That much huh?”
“It’s really important to me.”
“So, what, you figure you’ll fast and trip out for five days and come back looking emaciated enough that they’ll give you the part? Is that your goal?”
“It isn’t just a few pounds I wanna lose, John. It’s everything. I want to experience what boys of native indigenous tribes experience when they go out on their own into the rugged wild with nothing but a backpack on their backs and take the sacred ayahuasca, or whatever it is they take, depending on the tribe I guess, but at least that’s what they do out in the sss. And as you know, I’ve put a lot of my money towards protecting the sss. It intrigues me; everything about it. Did you know that the Spirit of Ayahuasca manifested mirage like entities for people that actually verbalized and showed them how to use the plants there to prepare traditional medicines? Did you know that of all the medicines we use today, a fair percentage of them, like a high ratio, were directly relayed to us by the very indigenous tribes that live out there, who were shown how to prepare the herbs into potent healing medicines by spirits that they saw when they were practicing with Ayahuasca?”
“What’s the difference bro? Are they like, different strains or something?” Johnny puffs a sprig of tobacco through a long wooden grandfather pipe.
“So, peyote, what I’ll be using, is a small spineless cactus, a hallucinogenic plant that contains mescaline. It’s the purest way to get to the mescaline, which my college writing teacher advised that every author try at some point. to imbibe that spirit in a respectful and ceremonious way.”
“Beautiful,” said Johnny softly.
“Thank you,” responded Leo.
“Oh, I was talking about the women… up here where I am…. No but what you’re doing sounds cool too.”
Leo scowled. “Johnny, c’mon. Bro. I’m gonna need you. Day 3. Are you there, or not? You have like, 3 days to prepare. What do you say? I’m going to have Crew bring the surfboards out, it’ll be tops, it’ll be like nothing we’ve ever done together before, okay Johnny? How do you feel?”
“Yea man, I’m in,” Johnny responded, not one to rebuff his best bro Leo. “I believe you, dude. I think it’ll be great.”
Leo breathed a sigh of relief as a rainbow shaped smile lit up his face. “Awesome bro!”
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