The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
September 17, 2004

Pile High

I just got back. Manolo seems to have moved the Gateway into the breezeway, but I'm sure he knows what he's doing. Gateway in the breezeway sounds like something out of an Amiri Baraka poem. It may very well be, Diary. It's rather nice to write under the stars. Well I'll be shopping tomorrow for groceries. Sam's list is quite specific, but I know he didn't write it so if I substitute store cereal for Fruit Loops I'm sure he won't blink. I'm off to make a second carrot juice nightcap.