"Nicolas Cage's 20-year-old son, Weston Cage, was taken to a Los Angeles-area hospital for a psychiatric evaluation after flying off the handle and getting into a violent spat in Hollywood yesterday.
TMZ quoted sources as saying that Weston went ballistic while lunching with his trainer after the latter told him he couldn't eat something on the menu. He then became aggressive and purportedly shoved the trainer. The trainer and another unidentified individual tried to calm the younger Cage down, but Weston tried to kick him"
This would be a story that might make people scratch their heads and be like "Why did he react like this?" or "Where is this behavior coming from?" But all those questions evaporate once the person involved looks like this:
Once i saw that picture i was like, Oh okay he's bananas. Next story.
But what I'd like to know was what was the thing on the menu that he was refused? I think everyone has a couple of things that if you were hungry and someone said you couldn't have it then you'd flip your lid. I know that I'd go toe-to-toe with someone for buffalo chicken nachos. I'd bite your ear off and use it as a nacho right in front of you. But for lil Weston Cage i'm guessing he probably tried to order a living buffalo chicken. Then the trainer stepped in to offer a side of sanity and got walloped.
Besides that my only question is What the Fuck took so long to have this kid psychologically evaluated?? Now there's a blame game going on back and forth with the Cage family but it's kind of a few years late.
Listen, If I'm a parent and I'm sitting at the breakfast table eating some cereal and doing the puzzle on the back of the box...then my son comes downstairs dressed like this kid here. I'd have to put the spoon down and have a quick father-to-son with him. Maybe that makes me a strict parent. But I'm pretty sure the opposite of 'helping' your son is to hire him a personal trainer and be like, "Oh yeah, sure wear make up and chains and spikes and also do these steroids, lift weights and get RIPPED so that when your repressed emotions finally become too much to hide with eyeliner you can simply kill everyone in the same room as you. Love you son!"
And on this same note, what's up with people getting trainers? Personal trainers are such a rich guy's thing. Whatever happened to working out like Mr T in Rocky III. Basement gym, pull ups on chains, sleep on stairs, chew on onions, interrupting public ceremonies by making lewd comments at women. America needs to toughen up.
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