June 4, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where talk about my past. You know I often look back at my past to forget about the present

You know, I was always on the road. I travelled for like 30 years. It was crazy. We were always in new hotels every week. Now with new hotels, sometimes there are scary moments. Let me explain.

Sometimes at a hotel you get a weird vibe. For example, the scariest hotel I ever stayed in was in Charleston, South Carolina. I checked in as usual. Went to my room and the minute I walked into the room I got a bad vibe. I didn’t think anything of it. Put down my bag. Went off to dinner with the crew. Well, when I got back to my room, I watched a little news and went to sleep. At about 2 in the morning, I had a lovely wake up call to an entity with his knees on my shoulders and hands on either side of my face, then he was forehead to forehead with me, and growling really loud. Oh yeah, I was not drinking at dinner. Anyway, I screamed really loud, “Get the F… off of me.” sat up and said, I’m out of here. So I packed all my bags, went to the front desk and said to the guy at the front desk, “I am not staying in that room.” The guy said, “Here’s a key to a room in the new part of the hotel. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

At another hotel I was staying in, I awoke to a dog in my room. I was convinced my assistants had put a dog in my room. The dog was rubbing itself at the base of my bed. Back and forth, back and forth. Then it came jumping back and forth over my legs. Then it jumped over my legs through the wall and into the other room. Yes, there was a dog ghost in my room. I didn’t think much about tit. I just thought I was having a bad dream and went off to sleep. Well, the next morning kind of freaked me out. I went to breakfast with the crew and when I walked in, I heard the model talking to the makeup artist. She was saying she had a dream of a dog coming out of the wall, jumping over her and jumping into the next room through another wall. And once again, we weren’t drinking that much that night. That was kind of freaky.

I’ll tell you one more story. It doesn’t have to do anything with hotel rooms, but it’s kind of a freaky story. I was with my crew. We were in Santa Fe. My phone rang and I answered the phone and went outside. We were on Canyon Road in Santa Fe. My wife at the time told me I was gonna be a father. That was pretty cool. I went back to my crew, sat down at the table and didn’t say anything. Now our stylist had been out shopping. She bought a used set of tarot cards. Everyone was checking them out. She shuffled the deck and said to me, “Pull out a card.” What happened was kind of freaky. I pulled out a card. It was a guy hanging from a tree with a rope around his legs. He was hanging upside down. And at the bottom of the card it said, Father. I said, well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag. I told everyone I was gonna be a father. Now that’s freaky.

Actually, I got lots more stories, a lot more, but I won’t bore you with them. Bottom line is I guess I’m kind of sensitive to vibes. One thing I did learn and I’ll share with you, I think it’s important. I learned then that you should always follow your intuition. Now, you might think I’m crazy but your intuition is actually your passed relatives speaking to you. Have you ever done something and thought, Oh man, I shouldn’t have done that? Your first intuition was not to do it, but you did it anyway. Does that make sense? Anyway, always follow that first intuition you have. Don’t ignore it. After all, our passed relatives might know something you don’t. Now I’m gonna go back to my tequila.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

May 27, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.

Sometimes I just need to look at the past to forget about the present. My friend here pulls out one of my diaries to look at something from the past. We appropriately pulled out a picture of Paris in a week that had great weather. This week is much the same. It’s been great weather, very much like Santa Barbara, California. Nice, low humidity and hot days. Paris often got like this in late Spring. Man, I miss living there. It was a lot of fun. I spent most of my time at the cafés.

Before I go on and on about Paris, I want to talk to you guys about living with a traumatic brain injury. You see, your first reaction is like you used to be. For example, I said to all my friends, I said, Hey, let’s have a barbecue and cook out. Well… Try to be a chef and put on a barbecue when you’re like this. You often forget you can’t do things like you used to. I mean, I could try to cook, but I don’t think my guests would like the smell of burning flesh (me!). Luckily a friend of mine stepped up and did the cooking for me. All in all, it was a good time though. I just had to relinquish control. That’s it for now. Just wanted to throw that in there. Now back to Paris ~

In the beginning, when I was in Paris, I spent most of my time going out. I didn’t work right away. But the first time the phone rang for work, it didn’t stop. It was like all or nothing. It was a good way to build up my portfolio. I mean, I worked in Italy, England, Germany, Portugal, Spain. It was great central location for work. But, I’ll tell you, it’s definitely a young man’s gig. You’re on the move all the time. Anyway, I won’t bore you with some more Paris stories. That’s about it this week. Hope you guys had a good weekend.

Love and miss you. Love, B. Nice

April 29, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.

I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my daughter because she graduates in about a week. I’m very proud of her.

I love it when I’m stressed my friend here goes to my bookcase and we pull out a journal from my past. I used to always keep journals to relax. I would draw in them.

The first drawing is called Pooo Parade. I remember quite well what this was all about. My friend bought a new t-shirt store. He was so proud of it. And I used to hang out by the register, hang out and drink beers. Well, my friend had just brought in a new sisal carpet. A big mongrel looking dog (a junkyard dog) stopped in front of the store. He looked at us and proceeded to take the biggest pile of poop I’d ever seen, and then walked away. Now, if this weren’t bad enough, a guy in flip flops came walking by. He looked into the store and didn’t see the pile of poop in front of him. He proceeded to walk through the pile of poo with flip flops on. It was nasty. And then the guy came Into the store. Now you can imagine what this did to my friend’s new sisal carpet. We looked in horror as the guy tracked stuff all over the floor. Needless to say, I helped my friend, after hours, roll up his new rug and throw it out.

The drawing on the right, it pretty much refers to how I lived my life when I was in Australia. I’d often go for a good swim. The water was amazing there. While swimming, I often thought about what and where I was gonna photograph. I’d always write phrases in terms of what would remind me of what I was going to do. I always thought carefully where I was gonna shoot, what film to use, what models to use, what hair and makeup people I should get, etc. It was very helpful. A good example was if I went to a fashion show in Paris, I’d get ideas and be inspired from what I saw.

Going back to Australia, I spent a lot of time in the water. It was a good way to relax. Speaking of relaxing, I’m gonna do just that and not blog anymore because I’m tired. I had therapy today, physical therapy, so I’m pretty wiped out. Talk to you guys next week.

Love and miss you. Love, B. Nice

April 15, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.

When we’re drinking too much, we fall down. When we fall down we eventually go to sleep. When we go to sleep, we do not sin. When we don’t sin, we go to heaven. Therefore, we should all drink and go to heaven. Now, this is what I found from the first journal I ever did. I must have been around 11. Isn’t this profound? Some words of wisdom from an 11 year old. But it’s kind of true, right? Now, speaking of journals, I’m gonna have my friend here pull out one of my journals and turn to a page about the past.

OK, so we opened up to a page of a cartoon of when I built my house. Man, it’s probably one of the toughest things I’ve ever done (other than being married). Building a house is like building a giant sculpture. I built the thing from scratch. You know, we cleared the land, traded some of the trees for the clearing. It was a big project. I was there most of the time. I helped out when I could, but it’s a slow process. Sometimes people wouldn’t even show up. I remember, I think I told you. I remember burying a case of wine and when the house was done I was gonna dig up the case of wine and have a big party. Well on the first day, the builder and the framer and the architect were arguing. I went over, dug up the case of wine and started drinking. It kind of broke the ice because they all started laughing. It seems that drinking seems to be a theme for this blog. Well, makes sense. I lived in Montauk, NY, a small drinking village with a fishing problem.

Love and miss you guys. Talk to you next week. Love, B. Nice

P.S. I forgot to mention something. Within this decade and a half, you know a decade and a half of brain bleeds and stuff, I had to go through a bad case of skin cancer that went down deep into the cartilage of my nose, (they had to use the cartilage from my ear to rebuild my nose. It’s a good thing I’ve go two ears). I also had an operation for a blood clot that was working its way to my lungs. I had an operation for a nasty gall bladder - I blame that one on Paris. I had an operation for a tracheotomy, and then an operation for three feeding tubes (over time). Then there were the countless seizures. One of them flatlined me. I’ve been to the hospital so many times I should have gotten a condo there. Anyway, I thought I’d mention all this. Oh, I forgot something. One time when I was leaving my house, I had an out of body experience. I saw my mom and other people, including myself being loaded up into the ambulance. Just a little out of body experience.

March 4, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. I’m gonna dedicate this blog to a friend of mine who passed away. Let’s call this blog “Roommates Part B”.

As I said in my previous blog, I had a lot of roommates as I was in the hospital for a long long time. I’m gonna continue to tell you about several other roommates I had.

Let’s call the next roommate “The Sticky Man.” Now, I’ll explain what I mean. I had a roommate in one hosptial. I heard him say to me, “Hey, what’s all this sticky stuff all over me?” and I look up at him and I said “Dude, that would be shit.” The guy must have spent the whole night removing his diaper and covering his body. It was nasty. The nurses were not happy. The guy was out of his mind. I remember the social worker came in to talk to him. She said, '“Where are you going after the hospital? Are you going home with a health aide? Or are you you going to a sub acute facility like a nursing home?” He replied, “Oh, I’m going home. My wife worked everything out. My family is quite wealthy. We’ve hired several people to take care of me.” Well, I overheard the conversatioin. After she left, I said to him, “What was all that about?” because I knew the guy was pretty much homeless and his wife had died several years ago. I think I know where that guy ended up.

The next roommate I’ll call “The Cirminal.” Now, one morning I woke up to see an armed police officer at the foot of the bed next to me. There were also two armed policemen outside the room. There was a man handcuffed to the bed. I guess they came in late at night and put the criminal in the bed next to me. We didn’t talk much because he wasn’t there very long. I don’t know what he did, but it couldn’t have been good.

The next roommate we’ll call “The Biker.” Now, one morning I woke up to see a true biker, I mean gang biker, you know, like the Hell’s Angels, next to me. The guy rolled his bike and ended up with a serious head injury. The rest of his biker gang was there with him. It was a surreal image, and one guy noticed I was awake. He came over to me. Mind you, this guy was like 300 pounds, 6’4”. He came over to me and said, “Hey man, you snore a lot. You kept us up all night. You’re lucky you’re all fucked up because I would fuck you up.” I was thinking sarcastically, “What a nice guy.”

I’ll tell you one more. It was pretty funny. Now, a new policy was introduced to the hospital I was in. They put LoJack locaters on our wheelchairs, and an alarm would go off if we left the floor. I guess the staff was tired of chasing us down the hall. I didn’t mind. I didn’t care, but it drove my roommate crazy. He said no one could control me, man. Well, of course, I encouraged him to try and pry the LoJack system off his chair. He would spend hours with a Swiss Army knife trying to take the system off the chair. Now I’ll explain why we have these lojacks in place. You see, there were three guys on my floor. They were sick of being in a hospital so they decided to go out and have a drink. Well, what they did was they wheeled themselves, down the hall. Got on the elevator. managed to get out of the hospital in their power chairs and go to a bar. Well, they had quite a bit of beer which is one thing, but the problem was, they all had colostomy bags and they drank so much that the bags burst apart. You can image the mess they made. The bartender was not happy. He called the hospital and they came to get the guys. I thought I was a rebel, I just went down to the gift shop to browse a little.

That’s it for now. Love and miss you guys. And if you ever visit someone in the hospital, take them out for some fresh air. They might appreciate that and not go to a local bar.

Love and miss you guys, love B. Nice