The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
September 9, 2004


Well, I put in an order for a new flat screen to replace the TV that hit the bricks last week. My accountant is on top of it. It should be about the same size as the Mutsi, but with a sheet of smooth glass. No more of that strange courdory that caught the morning light in the winters. In case you're wondering Diary, I caught my weekly sharks fix by borrowing Manolo's Sony last night. He was sleeping like a baby when I took it and and when I brought it back. This ice rink TV should be here in time for me to catch the new season of James Lipton's actors encounter or whatever it's actually called. That show is a hoot. Most people don't know those cards of his are totally blank. He's got a teleprompter. I'm not one to kick at crutches, so I'll go no further.

[signed] Nick

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