The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
October 24, 2004


After breakfast this morning I set up one of my director's chairs (hold the jokes) outside and skimmed a couple of scripts in the sun. Despite the heavy haze, I positioned my chair in order to supervise the tree guy who clearly doesn't work well without supervision. Not that I blame him. I know the type. I don't know how he does what he does without an assistant or a lift truck, but the branches are falling. I got a little accustomed to hearing Sam's ceaseless typing from the patio. Now I miss it. It looks like Ishii's place has a house-sitter. Getting a lot of interruptions this afternoon, but the good news is the Range Rover is back and my fencing mask didn't disappear from the back seat. Asalaam Alakium.

[signed] Nick

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