Inside a roadside chain hotel in Akron, Ohio,
Jason Taylor sat across from a sports agent named Gary Wichard and listened to the most ridiculous proposal. It was 1996, and the agent spoke breathlessly of motion picture and television opportunities and lunches with celebrities. The agent knew people. The agent called important figures in Hollywood and they called him back. The agent had a cellphone with a 310 area code and an office at the bottom of the hill where Sunset Boulevard goes to meet the sea.
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