Brad's Status Page #3

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Well, then get rid of it.

Yeah, I'm gonna. I'm tossing it.

Should I? I should, right?

Mm-hmm.

Stupid...

I'll keep it for now.

I couldn't help but wonder:

When was the last time

Craig Fisher flew economy?

Probably not in decades.

Mr. Fisher?

Can I offer you a warm towel?

A warm towel.

Yes, thank you.

What are you two doing?

And now Jason Hatfield

has his own private plane.

Never has to fly commercial at all.

Nick Pascale probably flies private, too.

Thank you so much.

Must be nice to always have

the seas part for you.

Nothing's out of reach.

Can I have this one?

- Okay.

- Yeah? Oh.

Everything an option.

Must be like a drug.

Always feeling important and special.

Better than.

And all the adventures.

The exotic destinations.

Au revoir!

For them,

the world isn't a battlefield.

It's a playground.

A dream.

It's heaven, manifested.

Dad, can I get some Pringles?

They're seven dollars.

- Yeah.

- I need your credit card.

There are 45 minutes left on the flight.

Keep your seat belt fastened.

Enjoy the rest of the flight.

Eventually,

my mind drifted back to college.

Back then, I was in love with the world

and the world was in love with me.

When did we fall out of love

with each other?

Where did it all go wrong?

My thoughts turned to Melanie.

It's unbelievable.

It's f***ed up.

They've got kids...

little elementary school kids...

doing these mass-shooting drills

in their schools,

because everybody has to have a gun,

because that's the answer...

I love Melanie's idealism,

but maybe that idealism

prevented me from ever selling out.

Jason Hatfield married a woman

who had money of her own.

She introduced him to rich clients,

gave him entre and status.

Diane Fisher's famous in her own right.

She and Craig competed with each other,

pushing each other to succeed.

Here.

Oh.

But Melanie...

she's so easily satisfied.

It's good.

Seriously?

Yeah!

Honestly?

Yeah, I always love your sauces.

Maybe her contentment

undermined my ambition.

Okay.

Hey. Hi, honey.

Hey, you in Boston?

Yep. We made it.

Yeah, we're on our way to the hotel.

Oh, good. How's Troy doing?

He's good.

Good.

Yeah. He's, uh, drinking in Boston.

I know exactly what the...

I can't blame Melanie

for my decisions,

or anyone else.

It's my fault.

Dad.

You want to get some food? All I've eaten

today is the can of Pringles.

Yeah. Let's do it. I'm hungry, too.

Yeah. Let's get some food.

And then, uh, Thursday, rent a car

and drive to Amherst and then Williams.

You know,

these are competitive schools, Troy.

Just... just try not to put

too much pressure on yourself.

You know what I mean?

Don't get caught up

in the game, all the brands.

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