The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
March 19, 2005

Mood

No time to dawdle today, Diary. I've got to run out to Samy's camera and pick up some photo supplies. They have a V.I.P. guy there who gets everything in a bag ahead of time so I don't get stuck in a conversation about the mertis of shooting without a skylight filter on Nikkor primes with some grip who met me once. It's happened before. I'm also leaving early because I have a late lunch date with Ian Hunter in Hollywood and I know he won't wait if I'm late. It's time for our annual lunch already. I feel I don't have much to talk about. Maybe he'll listen to my golf script pitch. When Costance has asked if I would shoot some boudoir with her I had to mask my enthusiasm. Of course Manolo has already asked to borrow the diffusion screen.