The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
August 5, 2005

Roll

I required change at the vitamin store yesterday so I reached into my pocket and as it turned out I had nothing but dimes on me. I can't tell if that is rare or not. I know its not good luck, in any culture, I checked my Good Luck Almanac already. But for the record, if I do have only one coinage in my pocket I prefer it be dimes; it’s a good looking coin. The torches on the back remind me of the time I spent in Honduras. The clerk didn't find my story interesting. It stings a bit seeing how I was the anchor in the line. I think he started his inventory duties after my transaction just to make me feel better. At least that’s what I want to think. Don't tell me differently Diary.