The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
February 19, 2005

Rust

Well, Diary, Iím feeling a bit glum here. The source could be a lack of B-12, but I think it is due more to the dream I had; a game of Seven Card Stud vs Elia Kazan. He had me on tilt throughout the whole damned mess. Towards the end I kept getting cards that said 'Skip' on them. Not even sure what that means. Pardon my bitterness. Negative energy begets negative energy. Count that for improv as well. Still, I hope Kazan felt this way when Brando caught syphilis from researching Streetcar. Itís days like this when Iíd like to be on Omaha time. What was it that was said about wishing and shadetree philosophy? Anyway, miles to go before I sleep. Good day.

[signed] Nick

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