The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
July 31, 2005

Rest Stop

It’s a hot one Diary; an even 104 degrees here in Barstow. I'm dialed in here at a Kinko's and save your arrows because I am also redesigning the personal letterhead again. They are working on the order as I write to you. I have decided to go back to Garamond, Manolo was right; then again isn't that bronze Buddha always. I will also take this opportunity to confess that I am fighting off the heat with a bottle of Squirt. It’s not a bad choice but in the big picture, I will always be a Fresca man. I have just been reprimanded for drinking near the computers. The truth? I am a little irritated. Bush league on my part, but it reminds me of a story Dabney Coleman once told me while on the set of War Games. So I guess I am in good company. Take back Sunday Diary.