The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
July 27, 2005

Squeeze

I got yet another visit from the Home Owner's Association yesterday. I was a bit groggy and when the gentleman said it quickly I thought for a moment he was here to see Manolo. Before I could react he dove into the "items of importance" for the upcoming Fall. Boring. He's a bit early I thought but with the heat lately I can't blame the guy for thinking ahead. I know I was suppose to be listening but I couldn't help think about how much more I enjoy the blueberry juice over the pomegranate, I never thought I would say it, but its true. Manolo made the switch last week, and I have been as sharp as a banker's pencil ever since. The gentleman from the HOA wanted an answer to his question but because of my daydreaming I found myself at a loss. Annoyed he handed me some literature and headed off. As I write this now I have decided if I am in the situation again I will make it policy to answer people by saying, "Well any port in storm, right?" Hopefully this covers. Fare thee well.