The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
May 21, 2005

Entropy

I was making my way through the Oak room when Tito called out to me. It was a cry I never heard before. It was as if he were saying to me, "Nick step lively!" Sure enough the picture of Sir Edmund Hillary toppled off the mantle and crashed to the floor. Had Tito not warned me I would be seeing three or four birds circling my head right now. Instead I am putting together a hero's celebration. For the rest of the day I will be playing Tito's favorite music. I currently have Fleetwood Mac on as Tito is attracted to Lindsey Buckingham in a way that makes Stevie Nicks look like a common groupie. I picked up the Vacation soundtrack and it is on deck. The sound of the music echoing through the house lifted my mood. It's making the sunset ironic somehow. Go your own way, Diary.