Will Ferrell Declares Himself My Enemy: a Story by Jaime Bayly

Like every Saturday, my wife and I arrived at a restaurant on the island, we greeted the waiters and sat down at a discreet table, in the background, because the terrace was overflowing with people. My wife asked for gutter and red wine. I asked for roast and lemonade. It seemed a quiet and happy night. Sometimes, however, appearances deceive. Shortly afterwards, the waiter, a tall, blond, handsome, charming young man, approached. He is a talent…