The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
February 16, 2005

Drachen

Constance and I just returned from our picnic in Zuma. Next time I think I need to coordinate with Monolo a little more closely. There is nothing more embarrassing than lying to your company about the contents of one's own basket. We flew kites and walked over to Jim Breach's, he wasn't home. Back at the car, the afternoon was almost ruined. A local gutterpup approached us, he looked as though he was high enough on dope to be picking up AM radio. Luckily he was only hungry and we had leftovers. I think I may be getting a little soft Diary. My plan tomorrow is to get my camera lenses cleaned and still have some of the day to savor. Til tomorrow.