The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
December 5, 2004

Broadstroke

I've said it before and I'll say it again diary; offhand references to Picasso's genius are for the birds. An improver, that shall remain nameless, was trying to define art and beauty before our warm up. You know me, I'd rather take in an undercooked Faust than talk about Spain's finest. I know diary, I know. No judgment, no blame. I learned something at improv last night that I'm fairly certain I already discovered subconsciously; we have two ears and one mouth, thus we should listen twice as much as we should speak. Did you hear that diary? Ah, I jest. Shelly Long passed by me at the Fox studios today and I kept thinking that dancing with her would be a beautiful thing. Or maybe I thought that perhaps she was just a really good dancer. I can't remember exactly. I am off to hunt for a "real" multivitamin with Manolo.