The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
May 9, 2005


Constance's mother is an artist. When she said she worked occasionally worked with clay my ears pricked up. She gave me some modeling clay and a rotating board and I took it home last night in the trunk. I decided to stay in the suite today and just get my hands wet. I started with a bust of myself but I couldn't keep my eyes off the damned hotel television so I ended up with something that looked more like that bearded gentleman who works on CNN. Well, I'm gumming up the keyboard pretty damn well. My arms, pants and shirt are clay gray, but they match this city in a way. In a lot of ways it's a city in black, white and grays. I have called the concierge for kiln service and I think he is motivated enough to come up with something. Fire it up, Diary.

[signed] Nick

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