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Brad's Status Page #6
Mm.
Now, your book, as we heard,
starts with a warning
that readers might be better off
with a more cheerful book.
Why did you decide
to start your book that way?
Well, it seemed only fair,
um, to warn anyone who was,
uh, who was seeking cheerfulness.
- Troy?
- And, um, also,
when I sat down to start writing...
Troy, you awake?
Hey. Hi. Uh, I think
I'll just, uh, close out my tab.
Uh, just the whiskey?
Yeah.
Eight dollars.
Hey!
Hey! Yeah.
You made it.
Yeah. I just, uh, had a little insomnia,
so I, uh, got a whiskey.
Well, we're over in the corner.
Come join us.
Oh. Uh, nah. You guys
are having a good time.
I... I just couldn't sleep.
Oh, come on.
We're not having fun,
we're organizing a protest.
Yeah? That's cool.
Mm-hmm.
I'm very impressed by you.
Yeah?
Yeah. I think it's, uh, really cool,
a person your age who's
but you're hopeful and, uh,
you seem to have your values
in the right place.
Thank you.
Yeah. Reminds me of when I was your age
and going to school.
So, what's your advice to me?
My advice?
Yeah.
If you were to go back in time
and give yourself advice,
what would you say?
Oh.
Seriously?
Yeah. Honestly, I'd love to know.
Honestly, I would probably say,
"Forget nonprofits, Brad.
Just go make a lot of money."
Shut up. You aren't serious.
No, I'm totally serious.
If you want to make an impact in the world
and have respect, go be Bill Gates.
Go make a lot of money,
and then you can do
whatever you want with it.
That's what you would say?
Yeah.
Look, I go to a dinner party
and I tell people
what I do for a living,
they act like they admire me
and they're interested,
and then, uh,
after three minutes, I'm invisible.
They do not admire me.
And what's worse, they think
I'm gonna ask them for a donation...
which I usually do.
Mm-hmm.
What?
Do I sound jaded, or...
Just know, I started out
as idealistic as you
or any of your friends over there.
And I'm not saying what,
you know, what you do...
I could tell I'd lost her.
Lost her respect.
And I wanted it back.
I thought if I could summarize
the trajectory of my life,
she would understand me,
see me as someone
who'd lost the good fight,
but had fought it nonetheless.
I mean, when I was in journalism school,
that's...
that was the ideal, you know?
Everybody wanted to be
Woodward and Bernstein.
You know what I mean? You know...
Mm. Mm-hmm.
You know who they are, right?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
I told her
about my career mistakes,
my years in journalism just as
the newspaper business was folding.
magazine in San Francisco,
but how no one wanted to read
long-form pieces anymore.
And how I'd won a few prestigious prizes,
but my magazine had still gone bust.
Yeah, we won a Peabody.
I mean, you know,
not that that matters, but...
I talked about my friends from college,
and how they'd sold out and gotten rich,
and didn't invite me
even though I'd been
the heart and soul of our group.
I may have failed in their eyes,
but at least I still had my integrity
And then there are guys
like Craig Fisher, who...
but he has no moral compass,
and he'll just basically pivot to whatever
sound bite or talking point,
what makes him seem the most interesting,
the most, you know, it's whatever.
He's very, you know, telegenic.
I get it, you know, but...
I told her about my nonprofit.
Even though it had been struggling lately,
I still felt I'd done
some real good with it.
Maybe if I was more in touch
with the people I was helping,
or out in the field more,
I would feel
a little less disconnected or, um...
Wh... what is that look?
What?
That...
No, what are you thinking?
What am I thinking?
Yeah, please, tell me.
Honestly...
I'm thinking you're really lucky.
You're 50 years old,
and you still think
that the world was made for you.
Uh, I'm 47.
Do you even know poor people?
Of course.
Okay, well, when I visit
my mother's family in Delhi,
a lot of people out there
only live on two dollars a day.
They're not complaining
about being ignored at a dinner party.
They're happy they get dinner.
Right. But I'm not competing
with those people. I'm...
You compete with the people
who are markers in your life.
Why are you competing at all?
It's the way the world is. And...
You competing
with your friends from college,
that competition
is the history of colonialism, okay?
And... and the oppression of women,
and the f***ing up of the environment.
Oh, come on, don't go there.
And...
I'm not part
of the problem, okay?
I work for a...
a nonprofit, for f***'s sake.
It's just, from where I sit,
it kind of seems like
white privilege, male privilege,
first-class problems.
Okay. I...
You know, I know I might seem
like some clich to you,
but this is actually my life, okay?
Just... don't ask me to feel bad for you.
You're doing just fine.
Trust me.
I promise you; you have enough.
Yeah, you, too.
I'll see you around.
All right, so long. Bye.
Dad.
Dad.
- Dad, we got to go. I got my meeting.
- Mm.
Mm... hungover.
What?
You had one glass of wine.
I couldn't stop thinking
about Ananya
and the things she said.
And the contempt she had for me.
Listen, if we have any luck
at all, girls...
I doubted she'd ever
live up to all her ideals.
...plantains and... and daiquiris...
One taste of luxury,
how quickly she'd forget
the suffering of the masses.
I mean,
can't believe that I met you girls.
I knew I was just trying
to make myself feel better.
Ananya had a good heart.
She reminded me a lot of Melanie.
Oh, sh*t.
Melanie.
Hey, it's Melanie.
Leave me a message.
Hey, hon. Uh, trip's going great.
Troy's meeting with one
of the music professors here right now,
and then he's got an interview
with the dean of admissions.
So, uh, yeah,
it all seems to be working out.
Uh...
Oh. Actually, Troy's coming right now,
so, uh, I'll call you back later.
Yeah, I got dinner
so, I'm really looking forward
to that, as you can imagine.
Uh, okay. I love you, honey. Bye.
Hey.
Hey. How was it?
It was, uh, it was good.
He listened to some of my stuff.
That's awesome, Troy.
See? There you go.
Connections and talent.
I give you the layup, you swish it in.
That's great, man.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Okay. You seem a little, uh...
Should be happy.
Should be pumped.
Yeah. No, I am.
I don't... He just, like,
wasn't what I expected,
but, you know, he was fine.
How is he not what you expected?
Um...
Uh, I don't know, it's just weird,
'cause it's, like...
He's one of my heroes, but it seemed like
he was trying kind of hard to,
like, impress me.
Mm-hmm.
And he was, like, sort of
bragging a lot, and he was, like,
uh... a lot more into
the business side of things, too,
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