The following is a work of fiction.

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


Constance and I just returned from Las Vegas. It was an unplanned trip, but a weekend I once spent with Chris Walken and his friends taught me the lesson that no Las Vegas trip should be planned. The better hotels were rather booked so we stayed in a quiet establishment out of earshot of the slots. Understand Diary, that I gamble for the atmosphere. Constance was looking over my shoulder and asked if I should spell gambol with an "o." A reasonable suggestion. Anyway, now that Constance is gone I can confess that her skill and attention to Pai Gow was a bit unsettling. The game is a mystery to me, but then again so is so much about Constance's world. Sounds like a Wyeth painting, doesn't it, Diary? Whether that's Andrew or N.C. I leave to the historians.

[signed] Nick

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