The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
August 9, 2005

The Valley

My drive to take Manolo to the airport took me to Long Beach. It was unexpected. Manolo says the planes there get cable television. I'm sure he means satellite, but I did not correct him. For the drive home I was staring into the west, the sun glaming off the roofs of so many sedans. This is the catch of driving a Range Rover I suppose. By the way, mental note to ask my dealer how cold the in-dash refridgerator will chill beverages. I was feeling blue. I can write about it now because the feeling's somewhat passed. It's the little things that tax one the worst. I started to obsess over my lack of personal progress in the last year. Then I drove by a car dealership over which a large inflatable gorilla stood above two import sportcars. Just like my life, only replace the imports with art colony applications. Maybe a Sun Valley trip will bring a cheer to my cheek.

[signed] Nick

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