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I'm the asshole.
It's not that I'm not used to it. I am. I've been that guy, you know that guy, the one who starts shit for no real reason, far too many times in my life. Talk to Cybill sometime. She'll tell you. Not that I didn't have a reason every time I started one of those fights.
Helped us get to the right place for the scene, you know.
I'm just glad there weren't any photographers around to pop out of the woodwork. I fucking hate getting my picture taken when I'm on my own time, you know? It's a thing. And don't start with the "You live in the public eye, so you have no right to privacy" bullshit. I know, if anyone will get it, Sean Penn will. If I'm with my children, leave me alone. Or at least ask me if you want a picture.
Again, I'm digressing.
It's what I'm good at. Not thinking about it. I want to not think about it. I do that, and I'm gonna realize how inappropriate it is to be talking through clenched teeth to your girlfriend in a public place while your daughters stand by, shifting from one foot to the other, and looking around guiltily, like they did something.
Duty calls. Lunchtime meeting. More later. Maybe.
It's not that I'm not used to it. I am. I've been that guy, you know that guy, the one who starts shit for no real reason, far too many times in my life. Talk to Cybill sometime. She'll tell you. Not that I didn't have a reason every time I started one of those fights.
Helped us get to the right place for the scene, you know.
I'm just glad there weren't any photographers around to pop out of the woodwork. I fucking hate getting my picture taken when I'm on my own time, you know? It's a thing. And don't start with the "You live in the public eye, so you have no right to privacy" bullshit. I know, if anyone will get it, Sean Penn will. If I'm with my children, leave me alone. Or at least ask me if you want a picture.
Again, I'm digressing.
It's what I'm good at. Not thinking about it. I want to not think about it. I do that, and I'm gonna realize how inappropriate it is to be talking through clenched teeth to your girlfriend in a public place while your daughters stand by, shifting from one foot to the other, and looking around guiltily, like they did something.
Duty calls. Lunchtime meeting. More later. Maybe.