The following is a work of fiction.

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

Neil's dinner

What a night, Diary. Neil is over and he and Sam and I have the run of the place. I forced Manolo to take everyone to the movies for a double feature of their choosing. If I'm not careful, this will mean a $500 bar tab from Manolo, but it is worth the risk. Neil made his trademark lasagna and I took a cut at a broccoli forest. In the end, it was essentially mashed potatoes and I didn't correct Sam when he called it that. Sam brought out some mineral water he bottles by hand at his mountain house. He calls it the "Right Stuff." Neil is in a good mood. He told me Warner Brothers wanted me for the "Grandpa" in a remake of his Greendale movie. I laughed, but with trepidation, since I haven't seen the film. Maybe the joke was on me. We're going to repair to the Oak room presently.