The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
August 17, 2004

Compass

Leon was in today. Evidently, I had an older piece of software that needed to be replaced. I was in the bar all morning and never saw the man. Upon entering the dining room I saw a note on the desk. I pushed my fencing mask over my face to read it. Leon's note opined that my computer was old and might I replace it. The good news is my lithographs are now on the page and they're a welcome site. The chop of the bay will now be my compass, diary. Lord knows I need one. I'll use the space I have left to tell you that Sammy Shepard will be staying in the guest house next month. That means one thing. All the David Mamet plays will have to go in the garage for a bit. Manolo is already on it.