The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
November 25, 2004

Orthodox Thanksgiving

Malibu got cold last night. Ishii's housesitter had a three alarm party going into the wee hours. I very nearly had to handcuff myself to the bed to resist slacking my curiosity. Then again, I didn't have Nutsa Kukhianidze to hold the keys for me, so I walked the grounds with my maglite. The music was lousy but their were plenty of women, many of them lounging on Ishii's deck, which he usually uses to store his pitchback. Things were very blue outside, lit like a movie. The moon lorded over the ocean like an obscenity. Constance finally arrived and I rushed into the house. I told her I had been checking on the lacquer in the barn. What's the story with the late thanksgiving, Diary? The story goes back to '84 or '85. Richard Donner is involved of course. With all of his glorious imperfections.

[signed] Nick

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