The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
December 8, 2004


Standing over the bathroom sink too long is quite an experience diary. It's like trying to find the express elevator in a European hotel. I spent maybe a little too long in the bathroom this morning. I couldn't help it though, the longer I stayed the more it became a sport. Monolo didn't miss a beat either. He delivered my kale oatmeal and I ate with the excess water from the shower head dripping and keeping beat. Afterwards my mind cleared and I realized it is time to get Constance a gift worthy of her companionship. I went to improv and when I say improv I mean "group." But it seems my wires were crossed. It wasn't until a large girl started telling us how she goes to the mall after school and eats french toast until her stomach hurts that I realized I was in the wrong group. Wrong suite sure, but good energy nonetheless.

[signed] Nick

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