The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
November 1, 2004


I have one of those foreign photo calendars in the master bath. I believe it's in German, but the point is it provides only the first letter of each day to match to the dates of the month and they are not in English. The photography cannot be beat, but for planning, it's the pits. This is my attempt to explain why my dinner date with Constance turned so sour so quickly. The Chart Loft has always had a heavy nautical theme, so I did not notice the decorations. A life-size wooden fisherman with pipe and slicker and a spider hanging from his beard really doesn't register as decorated for the season. I'm almost out of space. Just know I planned dinner on the wrong night. I've never seen such a ill-mannered crowd. More than a few people told me that they liked my costume. Noted.

[signed] Nick

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