So I did it. I channeled my inner Casey Affleck and I called Mick and told him that his brother is pissing me off because I want to buy that house in Braintree but I haven’t even gotten to see it because Bobby’s giving me the runaround and I’m leaving town tomorrow. I was good—David O. Russell wouldn’t cut me out of his fucking movie—and Mick called his flaky brother and demanded that Your Bobby leave your house to come to Ro’s house as in his house as in this house.
