The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
March 4, 2005


The Ishii kids are on edge and with good reason, Diary. I've been haunting their bedroom with my stolen walkie-talkie. Initially I moaned like a ghost, but I wanted to scare them in a more oblique way. I used quarter as a verb. I think it threw them almost as much as I threw myself. I was thrown by the subtlety. They were probably just confused. Of course I'm getting ahead of myself because I've been growling into this thing for two days straight and I haven't the foggiest if they even have theirs on. Manolo has been biting his fingernails again. He says the cuticle moisturizer tastes too good. I've heard that one before, but never outside of improv. I must split as the Ski Haus just called and my sticks have fresh wax. Peace.

[signed] Nick

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