The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
June 28, 2005


Today was my first tennis lesson from Robert, a college pro who knows how to handle a celebrity client. When he explained to me what he meant by "peel the orange" I felt enlightened. He didn't get my joke about double-faulting on scurvy, but that is not what he is paid for. We met at the house so I volunteered to drive to the club. On the way, we drove by a gaggle of couples in a park doing one of those speed-dating operations and I'm not referring to the antiques trade, Diary. One gentleman looked to be in his 70s. I wanted to give him a silver star for bravery in the face of an overwhelming opponent, but I don't have the commission. The stationarian is coming by soon, so I'll close here. Constance and I are picking a pattern. Til tomorrow.

[signed] Nick

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