The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
October 8, 2004

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I met a friend for coffee last night and ended up getting into a fender bender with Rosanna Arquette of all people. As I gave her my attorney's card, I made a joke about celebrities never having license plates. Then I saw she indeed did have them. I felt embarrassed but I think the scene would have worked in a film. I hadn't seen her since a studio party for New York Stories. Of course, this meant I had Procol Harum in my head for the rest of the night. And there's nothing at the Coffee Bean that will clean my mind out sufficiently. It looks like the Range Rover will be in the shop for a bit. I'll get Manolo to pick me up. I don't know why he insists on leasing those tinny trucks of his.