The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
December 1, 2006

Court

My new business cards have arrived and as usual surprises are part of the deal. My print guy sends me a batch with new vitals this time of year and its always something. This year I am a Rodeo Archivist and apparently my friends call me "neckbone." He's got quite an imagination. Manolo and I had a good laugh with it. Manolo said that he could actually see me walking this path. I am still not sure if this is a compliment or an insult. At any rate I am now fascinated with giving people nicknames. So far this is what I got. Neil's is "cheddar." That's easy. Sam will have to be "ink." Manolo is "sweet water." I would attempt one for Constance but something tells me that it won't be taken correctly. I wonder why women don't gravitate towards nicknames like men do. They only shorten or lengthen their real names. Something to think about. Perhaps Kant has written about this, and then perhaps not. I don't know how to end this entry so I'll print a Hikku Constance left in the Quiet room.

Dragonflies are free
And my God is a secret
Do you like my sky?

I wonder if Constance will get bent about this? Nothing a dozen chocolate roses won't fix I'm sure.