The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
June 22, 2005

Thermals

That reminds me, if they made a pill for deja vu, would you remember to take it? Just curious, Diary. I could have sworn I'd been in Barneys of Beverly Hills quite recently, but I have no evidence for it. Personally, I don't have a great need for their wears, but constance likes a witty t-shirt so I stopped in to pick up a charming Paul Smith number. What they don't carry is thermal underwear. I get that at the Proud Rod fishing supply shop in Thousand Oaks. Constance had been talking up the brief-boxer which I had written off as a feathered fish. Written off that is until I saw a pair in the back of the store. They had a sewn-in pocket on the hip. It's a good place to stash a couple of hundred dollar bills in case circumstances rob you of your normal clothes. I would guess if you're only in your underwear, cash will float more ducks than credit. Just an instinct, Diary. Until rapture.