The following is a work of fiction.

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

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I am on my way to Vegas Diary and don't worry, I am making a good clip. Even if I have had to stop several times to fulfill Scotty and Manolo's wishes for alien jerky and Ostrich meat respectively. It helps that the Vega is tuned and Graham Parsons is keeping time. Even with the wind whipping around me, his words are as clear as ever. Time can pass and time can heal, but it don't ever pass the way I feel. As a note, these lyrics bring on a new meaning when stuck behind a truckvan full of assholes watching adult programming on their on-board television. I didn't mind the show so much, but they were only going seventy-five miles per. Vega's gotta run, as do I.