October 7, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past, often to forget about my present.

It’s crazy. My daughter is visiting. I got her a job at a local restaurant I go to and she’s making more money than the people that look after me. It’s crazy. She makes more than someone who’s looking after a human life. I saw my mom deal with this as a teacher in the 70’s. This country is so backwards. We should be rewarding the people that look after other people. OK, I’ll get off my soap box now and briefly go to the past.

Man, I used to love scuba diving. I used to dive all the time. I guess it was a form of meditation. It’s pretty wild. I guess it feels like being in space. You’re weightless in the water. One of my favorite things to do was find a very high cliff under water, you know, like 60 feet high, make myself a little heavy in the water and jump off the cliff. You would sink in slow motion. It was cool. You have to know what you’re doing. I told you before, but once on a dive, I grabbed the wrong weight belt. I grabbed the weight belt of the guy next to me who was like 300 pounds, and jumped in the water, and sank like an anchor. In a shallow dive that would have been no problem. But the problem was I was in a hundred and fifty feet of water. Have you ever sunk like a stone in 150 feet of water? It’s not fun. I got mask-squeeze really bad. My eyes were a mess. My ears were a mess. It all happened so fast. It was amazing. The pressure was unreal. I had to go through decompression. I went up slowly, in stages. The problem was, I lost my mask on the way down. And I had to remove some weights from the belt when I was at the bottom. My instructor made a sign to me like “You’re crazy.” My eyes were a mess for like 3 months. They were all red. I looked like a cartoon character or someone that’s ready to go out for Halloween. I’ve got lots of other stories about scuba diving: sharks; moray eels; other diving accidents; panicky Japanese tourists. But I enjoyed it. It was a good form of escape.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

August 12, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. Oh yeah, and happy Eclipse Day. We’re having an eclipse as I write to you now.

Let’s dedicate this blog to all the roommates I’ve had. Now a roommate can be a scary thing. I’m sure you all have stories, but to save on rent, which is really high in Manhattan, I often got a roommate to cut costs. I had a big loft in NYC.

I often think about what people thought of me. I got divorced, moved in with a French guy on Christopher Street in the west village of NYC. You get the idea. But it was one adventure after another. This guy was something else He had a serious girlfriend in NY, a serious girlfriend in LA, and serious girlfriend in Paris. Oh man! How do you keep track of all the names? He said in a French accent, “Oh, that’s easy, I just call all my girlfriends, “Baby”. One time the girlfriend in LA showed up to surprise him on his birthday. I thought Oh Man, this is gonna be awesome. I don’t know how he did it, but he pulled it off. The girlfriend in NY never found out what was going on. When the girlfriend from LA showed up, he kind of freaked out and asked me to take her out for a coffee. I said, No way man! I’m staying out of this. It was quite an adventure. Anyway, it was a fun three years.

In college, I had a roommate who was very conservative. I was in a fraternity for math students. The guy across the hall was a speed freak. He was always dropping speed. As you might understand, he was a little edgy. Anyway, he was always hanging out in the lounge. I would call his phone, and just before he got to the phone, I would hang up. I did it four or five times in one day and he lost it. He beat the phone senseless with the receiver. I guess that kind of dates me. It was an old-school phone.

The roommate I had at the mathematics fraternity was a big guy. He was a body builder. At the time, I had a nervous tick on my face. Like, I would always squint my nose when I was under stress. It was a nervous habit. I guess I looked like a rabbit. Anyway, one night, he just stood up and screamed at me, “Stop with that nervous tick or I’ll knock it off your face.” Now, have you ever had a body builder scream at you in a violent way? Well, it scared the S out of me, and I never had the tick again. I guess he did me a favor, even though it aged me five years.

I’m sure you guys have lots of stories. Send me some stories. I’d love to hear from you. I’m gonna go now. My daughter is here for a visit, so I’m gonna spend some time with her.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

August 5, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. I talk about my past to forget about my present. Although, today I got a bit of good news. I’m going to meet with a senator about the sidewalks. I believe NY State should look after its citizens and wherever there’s a state road there should be a state sidewalk. So here we go. Step 1 - meet with the state senator. I’m also gonna form a YouTube channel for people like myself. Now let’s talk about the past.

When I lived in Australia, every six months I had to leave the country and re-enter. I would always go to New Zealand and spend about two weeks on the South Island. One of my favorite places was Milford Sound, right near Queenstown. It was beautiful there. Above is kind of a distorted view of Milford Sound. I lived in Australia in the ‘80’s. You know, getting a visa was easier back then. I lived there under a tourist visa back then. Whenever they questioned me about being there I would say “Hey dude, I’m just looking for a good wave.” I totally looked like a spoiled surfer brat. You know, long blond hair, a forever tan. It seemed to work. But I knew I had to get legal, so I finally got a resident visa. I had a story of how I got the resident visa but I don’t think I’m gonna talk about it. I think I’ll plead the 5th on this one. But let’s put it this way, I was in the perfect place, you know, Australia was a criminal colony. Australia was great though. I miss it a lot. And yes, it was full of the perfect wave. Everywhere I went on the coast there seemed to be awesome waves. Especially around Brisbane. The west coast was like the Wild West. When I lived there I went west over to Perth then drove north. The highway just ended. I’m sure it’s not like that now. But it was amazing over by Perth. There was a city of rocks just south of Perth. I felt like Fred Flintstone. All the rock formations look like buildings. You expected Dino the Dinosaur to walk by! I’m sure it’s all changed now. Actually my friend lives over there and she said it has changed a lot. Good wine though. And today the wine is awesome.

Anyway, getting back to the visa, I’m sure it’s more difficult to live there. They must be real strict. I was there at the perfect time. After I got legal I shot for about six magazines. I did about one editorial a week. You know editorial is magazine work. Good for the portfolio. I built up a great portfolio after about 12 years of living there. That portfolio brought me to Europe where I started working right away. Eventually I ended up in New York. Australia was a great place to start. That wasn’t really the plan. I just went there because my grandparents lived there for a while. I went there as a kid and I always wanted to go back.

Anyway, that’s about it for now. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

July 29, 2026

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

The following blog was inspired by my friend here behind the camera. She was my photo assistant back in the day. So, we were really bad. We used to play jokes on each other all the time. Why I was inspired by doing a blog about my friend was, we met my new client at the bar. We then went down to have dinner. I then noticed my phone was gone. So, of course, I assumed the bartender up at the bar took my phone. Well, I had a heated exchange with the bartender. Meanwhile, it was my friend here that took my phone and hid it on me. It was one rare occasion I was punked. So, what I did was, I apologized to the bartender then I went and got my friend by the arm and brought her upstairs and made her apologize to the bartender. For some reason, she looked kind of sheepish.

We used to play jokes on each other all the time. One time, my photo assistant noticed that the hairdresser dropped her room key. He picked up her key and left. That’s right, he went back to her room. Not only did he go back to her room, but he hid in the shower. Hours later, she had a new room key and went to her room. Well, as she sat down to have a pee, he jumped out of the shower and scared the Sh…t out of her. You heard her screaming from across the hotel. Man, was she pissed. I mean really pissed. She pissed all over herself. We were constantly playing jokes on each other. You know, things like hiding the entire minibar under someone’s bed. Filling rooms up with cups of water. That sort of stuff. But the worst of all, and I got in trouble, worst of all was when I sealed the makeup artists’ room shut with gaffers tape. I gaffer taped her entire door shut. She missed her flight and I got in trouble.

I guess that’s why in London my name was: Mr. Not-So-Nice.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

July 22, 2026

Hi everybody, welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. I often talk about my past to forget about the present.

Above is a cartoon that I’d always put at the front of my diary. And you know what? It worked. One time I left my diary on an airplane and someone called me up to return my diary. It was pretty cool. So I gave the guy a penny (just kidding). I offered to give him money, but he just refused and gave me the book. So there are nice people out there. Actually, my father, used to always put the same thing at the front of his diaries. That’s where I got the idea. But that one time was the only time I lost my book. The cool thing was, I didn’t know I’d lost my book cause I had a bag I always carried my stuff in. I just assumed it was in the bag.

There were many cartoons in my books, but they really were a diary of where I have been. Who I worked with, etc. The diaries were pretty valuable to me. It was a good record of my life. I wish I could draw still. I could really use it now. And it was like Therapy. A good way to relax on the plane or at the bar. Or wherever I was. You can see more cartoons on my previous blogs about the past. It’s cool to go back and look at my diaries as I forget about things and when I see the cartoons it brings me back to a specific time. It’s kind of cool.

You know, I’d always draw to relax. But since I can’t draw I’m going to start a YouTube channel, you know, for people like myself. Maybe it will help someone. It’s important to stay creative and active when you’re like I am. It’s a good outlet. It’s either that or buy a heavy bag (for boxing). Can you imagine seeing a guy in a wheelchair wailing on a heavy bag? I’m gonna pick out one more cartoon that I’ll include. Just a random one.

Below is a cartoon of my favorite hotel to shoot in - in Mexico. It’s gone now, but it was pretty awesome. It was a hotel that was a pillar around the ‘60’s the brat pack would go there all the time. They would all fly from Vegas and land on the airstrip in back of the hotel and party. The hotel was made up of a bunch of small houses overlooking the ocean. Whales would come in real close, just under your balcony. Each house had its own swimming pool. It was pretty amazing. I would just stay there and shoot there. Oh man, that place was great. It was cool cause we’d go to a neighboring town for good local food. It’s too bad it’s gone now. I think they knocked it all down and put up a modern hi-rise hotel. Progress right.

Anyway, I’m gonna leave it at that. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice