The following is a work of fiction.

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


I'm up early today to finish painting the gray room. I miss painting. I did a lot of it acting in school. As the stage manager, a man thrice my age at the time, often said, "you can never have a stage floor that's too black." I'm not too proud to admit I probably did more painting on that stage than acting. Sammy Shepard was up all night writing and has now taken up shop in the hot tub. He is slowly reading through some back issues of Time. Now that I can see the walls and ceiling painted, the gray looks a little dark. The chip I got at the lumber yard looked a lot lighter. I knew that would happen, but like so many things in life, one is still surprised. I didn't even get to what I wanted to write about. Oh well. Until tomorrow, diary, assalam alaikum.

[signed] Nick

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