Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present. At least, I think this belongs in the present. I’ll explain:
I told you before but I’ll repeat it again. My life is like a bad country song. Its crazy. Let me go through the basics with you.
I was a successful international fashion photographer. Then on August 18, 2009, my head blew up. I had to have emergency brain surgery. Now, while I was in the intensive care unit, my Ex ran out on me and ran off to Texas with our daughter. She sold the two houses, the cars and gave away my pick up truck. She was kind enough to leave me a little money and a smelly dog. Buster. So I moved in with Ma & Pa. Then the dog died. I was sad so I went down to Texas to see my daughter. My head blew up again because of the flight. I also had to have brain surgery again. Then I got sued for divorce. I did get another dog named JoJo. He saved my life two times already. He warned people when I was gonna have a seizure. Anyway, back to the bad country song. After Ma died, Pa and I moved into a little stone house by the side of the road. Then Pa died, so here I am with JoJo my smelly dog. Now, somewhere along the line my handmade Winchester rifle went missing. I did get my guitars though. Even though I can’t play, it’s cool to look at them. Anyway, that’s the foundation for my bad country song.
It’s funny. I had a dream last night and it’s propbaoby close to reality. I used to go out to dinner with my wife and her friends. They were all models. Everyone probably looked at me like, “That lucky bastard.” Now I go out to dinner I have to wear a bib. I have to be hand fed. I shake and drool and I have to drink from a straw. Everyone probably looks at me and thinks, “That poor bastard.” Anyway, I’ve learned life is strange. You can’t predict what you’re gonna be doing in the future. and God laughs.
That’s about it for this week. Feel free to write a bad country song if you like. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice