The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
April 11, 2005


"Who owns the sunset?" That was the last line of the haiku Constance sent me yesterday. It is a terrific line. Not only because of the literal sense of the words, but she does indeed have a right to ask the question. Oh Constance, you sunbeam. I found myself around the boulevard today. I was admiring the murals that adorn the storefronts. Buster Keaton stands out in my opinion. Then I was shocked to see that one of the local guttersnipes had smeared the tail of the kangaroo, or the horse, I forget what I am suppose to say, but anyway Liz Taylor's eyes had been covered by, well I think you know. Perhaps her harshest review. Unspike the tent Diary.

[signed] Nick

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