The Wasp Woman, The King and the Dwarf.

When truth is stranger than fiction, it becomes difficult to know where to start so let's begin with the cryptic.

Once upon a time.......

Down the street from Norma Desmond on Hollywood Blvd in a dilapitated mansion a scalpel throw from Baby Jane lived the Wasp Woman with her son, the amazing growing dwarf. The dwarf was always trying to gain altitude. The Wasp Woman was always striving to regain her youth. The dwarf began injecting himself with an experimental drug extracted from hundreds of cadavers. This growth hormone drug had been used for decades to assit those folks who were suffering from pituitary dwarfism.  The injections worked. The dwarf gained eighteen inches in height. 

The Wasp woman was nowhere near as successful with her reverse aging dream ashe rboy was with his growth although both she and her son suffered side effects unkown at the time which promoted what we now call mad cow disease. Since mother and son had become Hollywood recluses, one can only imagine the squabbles they had in their heartbreaking, decaying mansion filled with howling Attika dogs, rotting food and posters of Bruce Lee. Depression, disease, insanity rage, paranoia and intensely sexual conversation lived along with them waiting for the right collision of wills to manifest themselves in murder.

Furthermore, unknown to the dwarf, he was the illegitmate son of a legitimate King who had spent a fixed up evening with the wasp woman a decade earlier when she was making a name for herself under the direction of Roger Corman as a character who through the use of experimental rejuvenation drugs had become homocidal.

One night, apparently in the midst of depressed, paranoid rage, the wasp woman entered the bedroom of the expanding ex-dwarf. The Wasp Woman was full of both the mad cow rejuventaion drug and the unintended fallout from the drug. She attacked her son, the dwarf with a scalpel while he was sleeping. A struggle ensued. The dwarf prince grabbed a barbell next to his bed and fought off his attacker. As he fought for his life, his own homocidal rage took over. He smashed the face of his mother into unrecognizeabilty.

When the cops showed up, there was blood everywhere. The dwarf prince made up an unbelievable story about ninjas entering the house and shattering the skull of his mother while he fought them off in princely style.

Nobody believed him and he was arrested for murder.

He went to trial and was found guilty but was sentenced to only three years in prison due to the help and wealth of his father the King.

Somehow, the interference of the King was kept secret and the whole story hushed up as much as possible.

I'm not gonna identify the King nor the Wasp Woman but if you follow the breadcrumbs of this cryptic tale, you can unearth those identitites without much of a problem. Go ahead...give it a try before the movie comes out which might be never due to the ongoing flimsy cover-up.

No matter how they whistle, life must be diffiucult for those afflicted with pituitary dwarfism even if they are faux royalty and partiuclarly if they live with the Wasp Woman rather that snow white.