The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
January 20, 2005

Dew Point

Well I broke the toaster. I'm sure Monolo will let me know what he thinks about it. If I have an excuse it is that Monolo keeps too clean a kitchen. It makes me nervous. Then again you can't blame the birds for singing, as they say. Instead of facing the music I decided to take a ride into town. I hadn't been on Hollywood Boulevard in a while, which is always the best time to go. If you have never been, I can sum it all up with a story Scotty told me awhile back. He said he once saw a woman dressed up like Zorro, in the rain, buying a hotdog and a wallet from the same street vendor. The strange part he said; the rain. Not a truer word spoken.