The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
October 28, 2004


I am disappointed, Diary. And as hard as I've tried, I haven't been able to put it behind me. It's a millstone about my mind. It looks like despite my manifold attempts, I'm persona non grata on that new James Jones picture. My people have worked the phones, but I'm considered "off-market." I haven't been compared to fish before, but I will add it to the list. Neil Postman called out of the blue last week. I should call him back, he usually has something encouraging to say. I think I'll take the bike out. I like the feeling of the wind in my hair, despite the awkward helmet. I love to labor up the canyon and surprise the occasional Ferruginous hawk.

[signed] Nick

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