The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
March 25, 2005


I spent the good portion of yesterday in the racquetball court. At first I was reading, but then I realized I was locked inside. Manolo found me and called the locksmith. I was out in no time, but the gentleman wouldn't take my check. I don't know why either, it was one of those big ones that bankers use. He said something about "company policy." This irritated me and I thought about showing him Nolte policy, but resisted. Manolo ended up driving him to the bank. The next time it happens I will pay him in nickels. So then I stepped out to tend to the bean garden and I saw that one of the Ishii kids, I think the larger one, trapped on top of the greenhouse. He looked scared, so I left him alone. Luckily he was gone before dinner. Constance called and asked if I wanted to go roller skating. The funny thing is I am not sure if this is punishment or the olive branch. Until tomorrow.

[signed] Nick

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