February 3, 2021

Hi everybody, welcome to the blog where I talk about the present.

Now, sorry about the shock value on the following paragraph, but it has a lot to do with this new medication I’m on.

There’s nothing like a good dump on the floor to start your day. Now, If I have to rush to the bathroom, my health assistant has to lift me up with a lift, put my harness on, stand me up, roll me over to the toilet chair, put me on the chair, and roll me over the toilet. Now, this time, I didn’t make it. I had an accident on the floor. Now, I’m telling you all this because you may have a traumatic brain injury and you may be reading this, and that is to show that it’s OK if things go wrong. You’re messed up. Shit happens (no pun intended). My dog looked at my health aide as if to say, “How come he didn’t get scolded?”

On another note, I got an email from a college buddy. My coach from college is not doing so well. It doesn’t look good. This guy was something else. He was a tough old bastard. I can see him now at the hospital, in his hospital gown, bare ass, running down the road, muttering “fuck this” or something like that with his handkerchief. His workouts were brutal. But he brought me to a high status of running. I became an NCAA runner. I held track records. I ran across the United States with him and a relay team. We were in the Guinness Book of World Records. The guy was a good coach. You know, thinking about it, probably his training contributed to my survival. Under his training, I had to endure a lot of pain and suffering. Basically, he made me a tough old bastard as well. RF

Love, B Nice

December 30, 2020

Welcome you guys, to the blog where I talk about the present. Every morning, when you wake up, you could say, Welcome to another day closer to imminent death. Or you could say, Welcome to another day closer to recovering. It’s your choice.

I remember when I was a competitive runner. I knew what kind of race I would have when I put my toe on the starting line. For example, if I put my toe on the starting line, and said, Man, I feel like shit, I would have a bad race. But, if I put my toe on the line and said, I’m gonna win this race, I would always do well. So basically, what I’m saying is, you gotta have a positive attitude. Like my mom always said, think about what you can do, not what you can’t do. I have to remind myself of this all the time.

It’s funny, but lately I feel like getting out of this damn wheelchair. I feel like I could just shove over to another chair. I guess that’s progress, realizing you want to do something. Frankly, I’m sick of being in this wheelchair. It’s been, what? Ten years? I think my dog would just pass out and fall over if I just stood up.

I’m still taking pictures and working on my book. It’s slow going, but it’s fun. I’m about halfway through. My friend here loads my cameras and I shoot when I can. It’s a pretty cool project and something to preoccupy my time, when I’m not working out.

That’s about it for this week. I still think it’s ironic you guys have all joined my world. Everyone’s at home now, just like me. So, If you need any advice, give me a holler. Do yourself a favor and buy a fish.

Love, B. Nice

December 9, 2020

Hi you guys. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the present.

Man. Having a brain injury, the holidays, plus covid 19 does not go together well. I hate to be a downer, but it all put together sucks. I’m spending Christmas with my smelly dog, and that’s it. I guess we’re all isolated from each other. But it’s just one day out of the year, right? I’ll have my health aide here, so we’ll have a party. I used to be a bartender, so I’ll make some fancy coffee drinks. You know, like Bailey’s, kaluah, coffee and whipped cream. That and french toast. What could be better than that?

Over all though, things are getting better for me. I think I mentioned before, I reached another level of self awareness. My therapist ordered me a support for my core. It allows me to walk better. It’s kind of like a reinforced girdle. Over all, things are getting better.

Let’s all hope we have a better new year.

Love, B. Nice

December 3, 2020

Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present.

Oh man! I definitely can’t do what I used to do. I tried to do a headshot of a woman I work with, and it definitely doesn’t work. It was very frustrating. I think I’ll stick to landscape photography. It’ll be a new chapter in my life. Like my friend here reminded me, I’ve been doing landscapes for 10 years, so I guess I’m a little slow on the uptake. You know what I notice is, I’m lately more in touch with myself in this moment when I realize I can’t do headshots like I used to. It just reinforces my self-awareness and advancement.

Does this make any sense? Or am I just talking shit. Remember, I have a brain injury.

Love, B. Nice

November 25, 2020

Hey you guys. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present. I’m gonna call this blog Turkeys and an Emu. This blog is dedicated to my nephew.

Now, I’m gonna kind of change things up a little, cause this year kind of changed everything up. I’m gonna talk about the past and the present.

I’m gonna talk about a weird thanksgivng I had. It’s inspired by this past year because it’s been so weird. I seem to always have been on the road when Thanksgiving came around. I often spent thanksgiving alone. This year is no different. My Dad always liked me to tell the following story:

When I lived in Australia, I would often have dinner parties with friends. At one dinner, I talked about Thanksgiving in America, what it’s like. My friends were intrigued, so I promised them a thanksgiving dinner. My wife at the time, reminded me I promised my friends a thanksgiving dinner. This is when I woke up with a hangover. Imagine that. Anyway, I went on to cook a Thanksgiving dinner for my friends. Now, go ahead and try to find a turkey in Australia. It’s almost impossible. I looked everywhere. No turkey to be found. So I called up the American Embassy. I thought they might have an idea of where to go. A guy that worked at the embassy said he had an extra turkey at the butcher in double bay, and I could have it. Just mention I was with the embassy. So I set off to get my turkey in Double Bay. Well, I got there and said I was from the embassy. They brought out the biggest turkey carcass I’ve ever seen. It was huge! I swear it was an emu. I had a small Honda station wagon and it barely fit in the back. When I got home, I finally made it upstairs and I looked at the oven and thought, there’s no way that’s gonna fit. I took out all the racks, put 4 bricks in, put the bird on a big baking tray and put everything in the oven. The door wouldn’t shut, so I bungee corded the door as best I could and covered the gap with tin foil. I set the oven to 300 degrees. I started cooking the bird at 2 pm and it was finally done at 4 am. We were so wasted, a boot would have tasted good. We had a little turkey, cut up the rest for lunch meat, and put the carcass in the trash can. I was awoken an hour later by two tree kangaroos fighting over the carcass. They made such a racket. Then they dragged it into the bush. I think I’m still recovering from that night. No wonder why my head exploded.

Anyway, hope you guys have a good thanksgiving. I’m gonna be radical and have Chinese good for Thanksgiving.

Love and miss you guys,

B. NIce