August 10, 2022

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

Above is a photo of my daughter when she was little. I want to dedicate this blog to her. It’s funny but I always think of her as a little kid like this whenever I think of her. It’s inspired me to talk to you about being like I am.

I think I told you before, but I believe you should never look back. When I was a runner, you never look back. When I was a surfer, you never look behind you. When I was a windsurfer, you never look back. And when I was a scuba diver, you never look back because you definitely don’t want to see what’s following you. It could be something like a shark or a barracuda. Something curious. Anyway, I went off on a bit of a tangent. Sorry.

What I really want to talk to you about is if you’re in a condition like I am, you know, all messed up, you never want to think about the past and how things were, like, you know, I can’t run like I used to, I can’t walk like I used to. If you were normal, you know, a normal person, you wouldn’t be able to run like you used to anyway. In other words, no matter what condition you’re in, you can never be like you used to be. Don’t look back at the past. Live in the present and always move forward. Try not to freak out about how things are right now. Think about moving forward to make life better. Anyway, that’s a little advice from someone with a head injury, so take it for what it’s worth.

Now, I’ll go back to the image above. If you look in my kid’s eyes, you’ll definitely see that we’re for sure born innocent. Outside influences shape how we are gonna be. It was cool seeing my kid born. She came out from behind the sheets looking around like “What the hell’s going on.” And then I said, “Welcome!” and she looked over at me with a reassuring look. She smiled. Now kids, when they’re just born, aren’t supposed to be able to smile. But she did. It was cool.

Anyway, I keep on trying to walk. I have therapy three times a week. It’s monotonous, but it’s paying off. Hell, at this rate, I’ll be dead by the time I get better. I think I already mentioned that. Anyway, that’s it for this week. Remember, never give up.

Love and miss you all.

Love, B. Nice

July 20, 2022

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

Oh man! The other day, someone said I should take a vacation. Well… First of all, logistically, that would be tough. You know, I need 24 hour surveillance. My mom did all that surveillance before. She was a force of nature. And second of all, I don’t know what I’d do. Remember, my life before was like a 30 year vacation. I got to go to great places, go out to dinner every night with great friends. I was always on the road. It was great. Anyway, my vacation now wouldn’t be a traditional vacation. All I want is a vacation from sitting in this damn chair, a vacation from not being able to feed myself. I’ve got a whole list of things I’d like a vacation from. But we forge ahead right?

Now I’m gonna go off on a bit of a tangent here. I just got off the phone with an old track buddy. I mean OLD. Anyway, he reminded me that what really helped me through all my rough stuff, and what still does get me through rough times, is my track and field training. I guess what I’m saying is, you rely on other things to get you through this rough stuff. My training for track and field was brutal. It really hardened me. Maybe you have somethings that would get you through something like this. For example, maybe you’re a surfer or another type of athlete or actor. Draw upon that to get you through things.

That’s about all I have to say this week.

This is B. Nice signing off.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

P.S. Hey you guys, I’m just writing this. It was almost 10 years ago I went across country with my mom and some friends. It was pretty cool. A great experience I couldn’t have done without that force of nature. Hey, speaking of experiences, don’t forget to check this out again.

https://vimeo.com/672974438

July 14, 2022

Hi you guys. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the present. At the present, I’m kind of annoyed. It seems that the word is about that I’m afraid of covid and I won’t leave my house. Blank blank blank Covid. I really couldn’t care less about covid. It seems like the go to answer for every problem. The reason why I don’t leave my nice garden, my nice house, and my nice dog is because of this…New York City. Montauk, NY, Rochester, NY, Putnam County Jail, (no comment), South Hampton, NY, New Port, RI (many times), Vermont, Massachusetts, Boston, Maine, Washington, D. C., Maryland, Charlston, SC, Savanah, GA, Jacksonville, FL, Hollywood, FL, Miami, FL, Ilsmorda Key, FL, Marathon Key, FL hospital (no comment), Key West, FL, Bahamas (many times), St. Lucia, Grenada, BonAire, St. Kitts, Bermuda, London, Cornwall, Paris, South of France, Brittany, Amsterdam (I think), Frankfort, Munich, Milan, Rome, Sardinia, Capri, Tuscan coast line, Greek islands, Spain, Portugal, Turkey, Iran, Tunisia, North Africa, Togo West Africa, Capetown South Africa, India, Hong Kong, Kaloon, Malaysia, Tokyo, Palau, Palau Prison (no comment), Carins North Australia (many times), Port Douglas Australia, Perth Australia, Freemantle Australia, Margaret River Australia, Alice Springs Australia, Brisbane Australia, Coolinga Australia, Byron Bay Australia, Papua New Guinea, Norfolk (I say no fucking because no fucking way I’ll go back), Lord Howe Island, Melbourne Australia, The Blue Mountains Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, Tahiti, The big island Hawaii, Maui Hawaii, Oahu Hawaii, Kauai Hawaii, Brazil, San Francisco, Napa Valley, Sonoma, Ca, Carmel, CA, Montana, Wyoming, New Mexico, Colorado, Utah, Arizona, Mexico City, Cabo Mexico, Memphis (second time I got married), Tampa Bay, Texas, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, and back to my garden. That’s why I like to stay home and chill out and stare at my flowers. Remember, I have an awesome garden because I see double.

See you guys next week.

Love, B. Nice

I forgot Greenland, Guam, New Caledonia, Caymen Islands, St. Barths, St. Maarten, and Hell. (he he he)

July 6, 2022

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the present. Now, I might stroll down memory lane and talk about a recent past in this blog.

A friend of mine went into surgery today, and I spoke to him yesterday about it. It was a pretty major surgery and he was a bit nervous. Having gone through some heavy surgery, I advised him to think of the surgery as like a race or a match or a game you’re gonna win. Visualization is a strong tool. I used to do that before a track race. For example, I would imagine myself winning. I would imagine the times I’d have to run in every lap. I’d imagine it over and over before the race. It works. So in other words, you treat surgery almost the same. You just imagine the outcome as being real good. That you’ve won. Cast away any negative thoughts. All this and some humor and sarcasm go a long way.

Now I’ll explain to you what I mean about humor and sarcasm. They are strong tools to get you through some heavy stuff. For example, when I was having surgery, I heard a familiar voice say, “I’m taking the kid and I’m going to Texas. You’re welcome to come along.” Well, after strongly objecting to what I heard, I thought to myself, sure, I’ll be in the lobby right away. You’ll recognize me. I’ll be the guy dragging himself across the floor. Oh yeah, and it’ll be easy to recognize me. I’ll be the guy with the eyepatch and the surgically implanted trac in my throat. I’ll be dragging a machine that breathes for me. I’ll also have surgically implanted pic line next to my collar bone that takes a multitude of medicines. And then there’s a classic IV on a stand with wheels I’ll be dragging. I’ll also have a feeding tube with pink paste for the morning and brown paste for dinner. Don’t worry about any restroom stuff, cause I’ll have a catheter in me and some big diapers that are quite impressive. There’s also some boots I’ll be wearing. They inflate deeply with air to stop me from getting any blood clots in my leg. They put them on me because I did develop a blood clot. The doctors headed it off at the pass, slicing me open and catching the blood clot before it went to my lungs. So I’ll have a pretty impressive scar from my belly button all the way up to my ribs. Oh yeah, and there’ll be all kinds of wires all over me to monitor brain function, heart function, circulation, blood/oxygen, all that fun stuff. Oh, and one last thing, I can’t fly because of the pressure, so we’ll have to rent an ambulance and a crew. About a week should do it because we’ll have to drive slow. Other than that, I’m good to go. It should be an interesting trip.

Anyway, a little sarcasm goes a long way. I mean, you gotta laugh at all this. Otherwise it’s too damn depressing. I’m sure my friend will do just fine. Imaging a good outcome always does wonders. Always think positive.

That’s it for this week. Love and miss you guys!

B. Nice

June 22, 2022

Oh Man! I’m glad Father’s Day is come and gone. Every time Father’s Day comes around, I do celebrate the awesomeness of my father, but it also reminds me that I’m not your traditional dad, much as I’d like to be. I wish I could have taken my kid out for a run, go surfing, go wind surfing, scuba diving, skiing. You know, all the stuff I used to do. I wish I could have taken the kid to Australia where I lived, to Paris where I lived. Oh well, I guess it wasn’t meant to be. I guess I could always show the kid how to be a doorstop.

You know, my mom did her best to try and keep me in the loop and be a traditional dad. She would get me to fly a kite with my kid, go fishing with my kid, try to teach my kid how to ride a bike. But, try and do all that stuff when you’re like me in a wheelchair. It’s kind of brutal, frustrating and quite frankly depressing. But my mom meant well.

You learn early on to have tools to defend yourself against depression. My tools of choice were humor and sarcasm. I remember the first time I used these tools. It was pretty funny. I was in the operating room, it was pretty heavy, and the surgeon said, do you mind if we take off a little hair. I said, don’t you have to shave my whole head. He said, no, that was back then. Now we just take a little hair off. I started laughing because I told my cousin they were gonna have to shave my whole head, so he shaved off all his hair for solidarity purpose. The guy was completely bald. I had all my hair, except for a 3 inch bare spot. When I got out of surgery, I said, I didn’t know Andrew Aggasi was here! I said, you look a lot like my cousin. It was pretty funny.

One other thing you should do if you’re going into surgery, anything serious: I carried a photo of my self and my kid and before they put me under, I showed the surgeon the photo and I said to him, “You can’t leave this kid without a dad.” And the guy said, “Don’t worry, I’ll give this photo back to you when you recover. I’ll include a copy of the photo. It’s hanging on my wall.

That’s it for this week. Above is an example of photos I’ve been taking. I just take pictures around my house.

Talk to you next week. Love, B. Nice