The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
April 11, 2005

King

"Who owns the sunset?" That was the last line of the haiku Constance sent me yesterday. It is a terrific line. Not only because of the literal sense of the words, but she does indeed have a right to ask the question. Oh Constance, you sunbeam. I found myself around the boulevard today. I was admiring the murals that adorn the storefronts. Buster Keaton stands out in my opinion. Then I was shocked to see that one of the local guttersnipes had smeared the tail of the kangaroo, or the horse, I forget what I am suppose to say, but anyway Liz Taylor's eyes had been covered by, well I think you know. Perhaps her harshest review. Unspike the tent Diary.