Chuck Page #9

to be this guy?

He's a character in a movie.

Come on. I'll take you over.

You can say hello.

No, I don't think so.

He knows you're here. He wants to see you.

I'm good.

Linda was right,

I had people who loved me, real people.

My brother, Phyllis,

my little girl, Kimberly.

I started writing Kimberly letters,

telling her how much I missed her

and how sorry I was.

It was nice.

Things got better between us.

I wrote to Linda, too,

but she never wrote me back.

In the end, I did 26 months

down from five years for good behavior.

Could've been worse.

But, hey, listen,

miracles don't happen overnight.

You don't climb out of a shithole

and suddenly sprout wings,

like in some movie.

I still had to make a living.

My old friend Arty Stock

had this charity event for a good cause.

To legends.

Make a few bucks.

So, I did it.

What am I supposed to do?

Hit it!

Get up...

And now, watch this.

This part really is like a movie,

because out of this embarrassing,

humiliating, disgraceful,

and completely mortifying clown show

that I once again got myself into,

out of this, all of a sudden...

Hey, Champ.

Jesus.

What are you doin' here?

Saturday night. I got nothing better to do.

Thought I'd come out and see you

get mangled by a bear.

It's not just any bear, it's Victor the Bear.

- He's in a movie with Clint Eastwood.

- Good for him.

- Cover of Sports Illustrated.

- Amazing.

- Undefeated.

- Including tonight.

My point is he's famous, Linda.

Yeah, and look where it got him.

I'm sorry. I didn't come here

to break your balls.

So?

I heard you got divorced.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Where'd you hear that?

Got your letters.

Got my letters?

And you couldn't even write me back?

Timing's everything.

Yeah?

A little bit.

It's just beautiful.

Jesus, God.

Okay, can we go home now?

What you talkin' about?

I wanna take a picture.

- You're kiddin'. I'm gonna throw up.

- Stop.

Come on. Don't cut my head off.

I'd be doin' you a favor.

Look at you, like he's your girlfriend.

Come on, just push the button.

Seriously, Chuck, what'd it get you?

It got me you.

Lucky man.

Let me see that.

Come on.

That is one handsome son of a b*tch there.

You don't look so bad, either.

- You know what I'm gonna do right now?

- What?

I'm gonna kiss you.

What, is that a warning?

Yeah, right now I'm gonna kiss you.

First I'm gonna weave to the left,

bob to the right...

I love you, baby.

- I love you.

- Yeah?

Good.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Nice, huh?

This is what they call a happy ending.

Who would've thought it?

Not me. Nope.

See?

Sometimes, life really is like a movie.

Sometimes it's better.

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