The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
August 17, 2005

Awe

There is no coversheet for telling someone they have bad breath is there Diary? It always seems as though the ones that need the hints the most cannot take them. I am of course talking about myself. I felt like a cuckold when it finally came to my attention. How could I have been so blind? Afterall, I have enough peppermint pinwheels in the Rover and in my coat pockets to plug up the Suez. I just thought everyone giving me mints was a coincidence. Looking back on it I cannot believe I didn't connect the dots, I feel like I am on tape delay. Well at least the intervention was preceded with a fabulous Ecuadorian meal. It doesn't make sense on paper I know, but in practice, the aim was true. Stay gold Diary.