The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
September 26, 2004


Sam left me a note today asking me if I wanted to grab dinner in Little Vietnam. He spelled nylon incorrectly, but then again he is a writer not an editor. So I guess that is what I am doing tonight, but then again I haven't seen him yet. Monolo is putting the finishing touches on the wadding pool and a twelve pack of Singha. Apparently his new friend has given him the lover's handshake. He is quite distressed, but a professional always finishes the job. That's what I told him anyway. I don't think he heard me over the music. He had the soundtrack to Madam Butterfly up pretty loud. Perhaps I should invite him out with us. I guess I will ponder this while I take a sauna.

[signed] Nick

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