"Look what the cat dragged in!" That's how I was welcomed to the set of the movie shoot--a set so perfectly designed, it could have been a city street back home, complete with cars. "You look like s**t warmed over, Stag!"
I couldn't argue, because I knew it was absolutely true. After the visit from Future Me, I'd dozed off for maybe an hour in between worrying about his cryptic warnings. Naturally, the hour had kicked in at the end of my break, so I'd been in the deepest sleep when Lillian had come knocking. The result: I felt like crap warmed over.
The guy who'd called me on it couldn't resist lumbering over to rub it in. "Too much partying last night, Stag?" He pushed his mammoth bulk up beside me, draped in a red and gold kimono, and smacked me on the back. "Well, it's time t
