The following is a work of fiction.

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

Silverball

My New Balances came in bright and early this morning. Its hard to describe the feeling of putting on a fresh pair of sneaks. Its as though my feet are still asleep, resting on fresh down pillows. Well I guess it isn't that hard to describe. Final point; it feels good. Manolo and I didn't find anything up in Modesto. We were tempted to pick up a pinball game based on one of Scotty's movies, but Manolo thought he might be insulted. We'll see. I am sure he'll enjoy the story. On the way back I let Manolo drive. Big mistake. I dozed off and when I woke up I found myself alone outside of a haberdashery near Bakersfield. When Manolo returned he had ten bags of yarn. He tried to smooth things over by promising the new winter throws will be worth it. On the road it all made sense, I swear. Be good.