I love The Rock. There, I said it. Dwayne Johnson has a singularly winning way about him, a charisma so blinding you gotta wear shades, and this is not the first time I have read a suggestion that he may go into politics, but that’s not why I’m recommending that you read this very enjoyable piece.
Just read it because it’s a rare treat to see such an interesting character study delivered by such a gifted writer. The combination of Dwayne Johnson and GQ’s Caity Weaver is as delectable as bacon and pineapple.
When Dwayne Johnson meets you (and I can assure you, he would love to), the first thing he will do is ask you six thousand questions about yourself, and remember the answers forever. If you are a child, good luck getting past Dwayne Johnson without a high five or some simulated roughhousing; if you’re in a wheelchair, prepare for a Beowulf-style epic poem about your deeds and bravery, composed extemporaneously, delivered to Johnson’s Instagram audience of 85 million people; if you’re dead, having shuffled off your mortal coil before you even got the chance to meet Dwayne Johnson, that sucks—rest in peace knowing that Dwayne Johnson genuinely misses you. For Johnson, there are no strangers; there are simply best friends, and best friends he hasn’t met yet. I’ve known the man for only two hours—and have been in his car now for only a few minutes, listening to the Dixie Chicks, headed to what he’s luxuriously described to me as his “private gym”—and already it’s apparent that I am Dwayne Johnson’s greatest friend in the entire world.
It just gets better from there. Some casual cussing shows up within the interview, so now you’re warned. If you don’t mind that, then enjoy!
