The Right Kind of Wrong Page #5

with witty asides -

as she falls out of love with you.

You know the worst part?

Colette.

She read it all, too.

Oh!

His wife has written the book...

Your hushed tone?

I'd bring it down a few decibels.

And, yes, I'm him.

Yes, I make snap judgments.

Yes, I walked from a publishing deal.

Yes, one very humid day

after way too much sangria,

I sh*t myself in Paris!

What?

Hey, man.

Heads up!

What are you doing?

Same as you:
staring at

my daughter's huge house.

She won't return my calls.

Hey, you know, somewhere

in my back seat I think I have

a $300 bottle of scotch.

I told Colette I thought what you did

at the wedding was romantic.

And that's why she's not talking to me.

I'm afraid I've made her fear

the romantic, unlikely dreamers.

With your crazy grand gestures.

A terrible thing in life

to avoid completely.

- I'm glad you weighed in.

- No, I shouldn't have.

Yeah.

What you did was obnoxious,

selfish, superficial as hell.

But it took balls.

And I was high at a very dull party.

What do you have against Danny?

It's not what

I have against him. No.

My point was:
wait.

You don't know a person's character

until the chips are down.

And I'm pretty sure

the chips have never

really been down for Danny.

And what the hell kind of a name

for a camp is 'Awesome Times'?

- Awesome Times.

- A little on point, perhaps?

Well, if I were 20 years younger,

and not in a committed

polyamorous relationship

with some people in Anchorage,

I'd f*** ya.

That is the nicest thing the

mother of anyone I've loved

has ever said.

And you're really giving up on my daughter?

Just because she read

a bestseller your ex wrote?

You would understand if someone wrote one

about everything wrong with you.

And it was funny.

And well-observed.

My ex-husband, the

a**hole who broke my heart...

no, eviscerated my heart...

when he was in the field

reporting on some African dictator,

he would focus on proving just one

of the dictator's claims wrong.

Because if you can disprove

one thing a person in power says,

people will question

everything else they say.

Just a thought.

I'm gonna do that.

You have a crippling fear of heights.

You can't even watch my wife do it.

That's the point, my little

friend. Transcend that.

I will blow Julie's book, blog...

It's a multiplatform

phenomenon, is what it is.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's a publishing term.

I will prove it wrong.

For Colette. And for me.

I just have to condition

myself to altitude.

Aha! Ha!

Oh...

I think this is totally gonna work.

The idea behind hang gliding is simple.

A shift of the centre of gravity

to one side, that wing drops

and a turn that way.

For the landing, push out. That

stalls the kite and you're down.

...racing through

my veins

Like daisy sunshine

I hear you calling

Back where I belong

This right kind of wrong

'Cause I've been sleep

Sleepwalking

Through my mistakes

And now I'm falling

I've been sleep

Sleepwalking

And then you came

Without a warning...

You're just gonna do a quick run.

I have to be at the gallery by four.

Garnet's sneaking out of a

fundraiser for Danny Hart's camp

to look at a painting I'm stalled on.

Well! Isn't that

nice of him.

The fundraiser's a big deal, so it is nice of him.

Let's go! I gotta go.

- Let's do this!

- Okay.

- Are you good? Are you good?

- Yeah, we're good. - Easy.

Are we gonna run now?

- Hey, how are ya?

- Fine.

- Heads up.

- Whoa!

Paint, draw, glue stuff, I don't care.

This is not a class.

What are you painting?

I call it Knight Fight.

You must have been a real dork in school?

You have no idea.

Kids...

My manipulative mother,

who thinks I won't be able to

ignore her in front

of you... who is wrong.

You're disturbing them.

And on their special day.

Now that's manipulative.

That's how you do it.

Okay. Let's,

let's make stuff, guys.

I was... I was out of line

at your wedding and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

And I miss you.

And I gave birth to you, so you owe me.

You drive all night?

Yeah.

Okay. Let's

put it behind us.

Yeah.

Oh! Let's have

an awesome time!

Was that facetious?

Of course not. Pff!

You know, you can back out, dude.

- We'll never judge you for it.

- No.

I have to do this.

- Where's this fundraiser?

- Oh, it's at the Hart Ranch. - Good to go.

No. Don't you even

think it. Leo!

Leo! No, Leo! No!

No, no, no, no. No!

Don't, Leo! Stop!

No, no! No, no, no!

Can I borrow these?

Holy sh*t! Danny?

It's the dishwasher!

Holy sh*t!

Jesus Christ!

Isn't he afraid of heights?

Oh!

Oh!

Oh...

Oh, my God.

Hey.

The only good thing about

this place is the Jell-O.

And the Percodan.

I'll get you some more.

- Percodan?

- Jell-O.

You want a bite?

I'm good.

Sorry I broke the Troys.

Jesus.

Look at you.

Why the hell did you do it?

To show you that one thing

Julie said isn't true:

that I could get over my fear of heights.

A fear which is very much back, by the way.

You know, I...

I hate that you read

all those things she wrote.

Some things she calls wrong

don't seem wrong to me.

I don't think you were wrong

to walk from a publishing deal

because you didn't

agree with their changes.

God, I wish I could be

that sure of myself.

Why do you steal newspapers?

Your ex would say that it's a...

a product of futile

antiestablishment urges.

Me, flailing at corporate America.

But their coffee is so expensive.

And the way they double-cup?

It's so wasteful.

So every day I steal a dollar.

My little 'f*** you' to the man.

But this isn't gonna end

how you want it to.

Goodbye, Leo.

Writing, and the pursuit of a woman,

like any impossible dream,

are not about immediate results.

They're about telling the truth,

no matter how absurd or embarrassing,

or what injuries you sustain.

And hoping like hell she'll hear you.

He'she's awful.

Does he do that thing where

he just talks and talks...

Hey, Debrugan!

Sometimes a prick is a prick

and it needs to be said.

At a brunch? In front of

an entire restaurant?

Not everything is an

opportunity to take a stand.

What is one? For you?

I mean, between all the back slapping

and the 'hey man', who'd have the time?

Sorry I don't occupy the

special place of moral purity

from which to cast my pious judgments.

Better known as a dish pit.

Whatwhat the hell

does this have to do with him?

Because it's what you're thinking.

We need to talk.

Your pal in there, Mandeep,

my firm did the paperwork for this place

when they wanted a guest worker

visa to bring in a cook.

Okay. What I've done has

nothing to do with him.

It's so sad.

These poor bastards.

They get told by these

recruiting agencies to come,

work an entry-level job

and get a work permit.

But it's all bullshit.

And you can be damn sure

they're not gonna get one

if they're too scared

to contact immigration

when those visas ran out.

Two years ago.

If you ever say another

single word to my wife,

your friend and his kids are

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