The following is a work of fiction.
Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, CaliforniaJuly 9, 2005
Stitch
I realized when I ran out of undershirts this weekend that my wardrobe needed some attention. Well, Manolo noticed anyway. So I wandered down to the tailor and put in the new order. I told Marcus to go easy on the prints and go heavy on the linen this year. I think my assertiveness took the dimple out of his tie, so to speak. He's not accustomed to me having concrete ideas on what I wear, but he took down the details nonetheless. He placed a few suggestions and I hate to admit it, but most of them I didn't understand. Well, he knows that I am a flat front man, and that I do not in fact go near tassels. I forgot about the extra long shoe horn he keeps handy. I need to pick a few of those up for the homestead. I think it will impress the guests, none more than Neil. Salaam.
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