January 10, 2015


Hi you guys. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present. My friend and I were sitting here talking about something stressful and it reminded me of something. It reminded me that even when you're stressed out you have to think of something funny and it reminded me of this. I think I told you, but I'll tell you again, cause it's funny.

My father's friend came over from the church. She's very nice but very conservative. She had a plate of cookies. A nice gesture. Anyway, she was standing there talking to my father and our little dog ran in. He's a small poodle mixed with a cocker spaniel. You know, a small dog. Well, he promptly sits down, looks at my father's friend and jumps up to stick his snout right in her crotch. He took a deep breath and ran away. We were all mortified. It was actually a bit awkward. The cookies were good though.

You know, sometimes I wonder if I have mini moments when I'm sleeping, cause there seems to be a never ending cycle of getting better and going back to square one. I mean, sometimes I wake up and it's hard to move my arm properly. Sometimes I wake up and it's difficult to speak. I eventually warm up to be semi-normal, but I'm getting tired of this shit.

On another note, I was watching the cheerful news (I'm kind of sarcastic here). They were talking about Paris. You know the whole terrorist thing. I really wanted to do a cartoon, but you know, I can't draw cartoons anymore, so I'll share with you what I was going to draw. Now imagine this: imagine a paramilitary person pointing a rifle (AK 47) at another person, an artist. Well, the artist says, "Wait, wait! All I have is my pen and my life. I'm just an artist. A cartoonist." And the terrorist says, "Oh, I'll take both." I can't draw cartoons anymore so you'll just have to use your imagination. I draw. It's a bit abstract though.


That's it for now. The New Year, we still have some lights up. It's bizarre I have a hard time looking at Christmas lights. I guess it's because they are highlights and the rest is dark. It's hard for me to look at. Just an observation. With brain injury you never know what you're gonna get. I'll talk to you guys next week. Here's my link where I talk about the past. Love, B. Nice

P.S. The first image on top is a card from my friend who lives in Paris. And the painting behind it is from my daughter and father.