If I'm so happy, I've got everything to lose
So, you've probably heard that Angie's pregnant, she obviously is, or the rumor that we're already married, we aren't, or any other number of things. There's a fan of Jen's attacked us in a cafe', we're moving to Paris to get away from the horrible Americans who go see our movies, Maddox hates Zahara and the thought of a new baby, Angie is planning to give birth underwater or try to hold the baby in until Babel is released so I can get double publicity. It's insanity.
I need more publicity?
My brother called me the other day because someone from the press had gotten his cell phone number and was calling him repeatedly. He's a lawyer. He likes to leave his phone on so clients can get in touch with him. He had to turn it off, because they wouldn't quit. He called and told me. I laughed and said "welcome to my world" and instead of laughing like he usually does, he said "yeah, your world, not mine. you wanted this, not me." And all I could say was, "I'm sorry." My life and my choices have intruded upon his. He can't take his wife out for dinner in the midwest without being approached and questioned about his brother. Can't pick up his kids from school because they know his car and he closed his practice and joined another, because having his name on the door was like a neon sign. But he still loves me and he'll defend me to the end.
Life's funny, you know. You think you know what you want, then you get it and you find out that it only looked perfect because you didn't know all the details. I've been a lucky man. I know that. The life I have allows me to do pretty much what I want, it allows me to live where I want, buy what I want, indulge whims and meet and fall in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. It's allowed me to help people, it's given me a family and choices...more choices than most people have, but it's also taken my freedom and that of the people who know me well.
I need more publicity?
My brother called me the other day because someone from the press had gotten his cell phone number and was calling him repeatedly. He's a lawyer. He likes to leave his phone on so clients can get in touch with him. He had to turn it off, because they wouldn't quit. He called and told me. I laughed and said "welcome to my world" and instead of laughing like he usually does, he said "yeah, your world, not mine. you wanted this, not me." And all I could say was, "I'm sorry." My life and my choices have intruded upon his. He can't take his wife out for dinner in the midwest without being approached and questioned about his brother. Can't pick up his kids from school because they know his car and he closed his practice and joined another, because having his name on the door was like a neon sign. But he still loves me and he'll defend me to the end.
Life's funny, you know. You think you know what you want, then you get it and you find out that it only looked perfect because you didn't know all the details. I've been a lucky man. I know that. The life I have allows me to do pretty much what I want, it allows me to live where I want, buy what I want, indulge whims and meet and fall in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. It's allowed me to help people, it's given me a family and choices...more choices than most people have, but it's also taken my freedom and that of the people who know me well.