The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
May 7, 2005


Manolo's wrestling shoes are glorious. That just popped into my head when he told me he was wearing them around the house today. He says he is enjoying his new vaccuum cleaner, which apparently uses time travel so as to make it both bagless and filterless. Apparently that's a good thing. It certainly wasn't when I smoked regularly. With all clear in the bu, I spent some of the day puttering around the university campus where Constance's father still teaches. Why can't every city be like a college campus, with large green fields and an esprit de corps? You don't see it. We watched a wrestling exposition at the gymnasium and I wondered if I could steal some of the energy for my golf script. My only further observation will be that the skies above Pittsburgh. An army of mighty nimbus marched across the sky as we ate our picnic. But the air was still.

[signed] Nick

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