The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
February 18, 2005

Plume

I am learning how to smoke a pipe for an upcoming role Diary. It is not as easy as it looks though, especially since I have personal issues with the practice. That is unless it is reserved for ritual or ceremony purpose. I picked up a few things from my guy in town this afternoon. So far the habit insn't coming to me. My first pipe fell out of my mouth while I was in the bathroom, and when I boiled it, it twisted up like a fat man's legs on roller skates. I am on my third pipe as I write this. Thankfully I have a couple more weeks to steady the ship. Good day, Diary.