Young and Revolting: The Continental Journals of Nick Twisp Read online

  Strange, but of all the people from my youth, the ones I see most frequently these days are Trent and Violet. They always catch my show when they’re in town. We pal around and hang out by my pool just like celebrities are supposed to. Trent has loosened up and is quite a pleasant guy to be around. My best friend? Could be.

  No, I’m not married, but I have a lady friend I see frequently. Not wildly in love, but we’re comfortable together. Las Vegas is a crazy town, but you can have a fairly normal life if you don’t let things go to your head. Marriage and children? One of these days I’ll have to decide if they’re for me. Big responsibility and loads of work from what I can see. Don’t know if I’d bring much expertise to either activity. I do know a few things: kids only get one chance at a childhood, and they remember all your screw-ups. I wouldn’t want a repeat of my parents’ disasters.

  I don’t suppose I’ll reply to Sheeni’s letter. Perhaps it’s best to let it rest. We live in different worlds now. Our only connection is the past, and I don’t think Sheeni is the type of person to look back much. I suspect she wrote to me impulsively and even now is regretting that act. So as the song says, let it be.

  So that’s it. Enough with this writing. I think I’ve lost the knack. I’m a firm believer that you can only expect to do one thing really well, and you should stick to that. So I enjoy being an entertainer. I dig the laughs and applause.

  Yeah, I still think of Sheeni almost every day. I told her once that when I die hers will be the last name on my lips. So far I haven’t had much cause to suppose that will change.

  [Read Revoltingly Young: The Journals of Nick Twisp’s Younger Brother for a continuation of this story.]