Hey everybody. I'm gonna name this blog "Lucky You" and I'm gonna dedicate it to all the mothers I know. It was Mother's Day the other day. The reason I say "Lucky You" is you guys have no idea how lucky you are. You know I get really depressed sometimes. Hell. I can hardly talk sometimes. If you ever have a bad day or get bummed out. Have a look at what I'm going through. You'll think to yourself, "That poor bastard. Oh my god. He's going through hell. Maybe things aren't that bad for me." Anyway, "Lucky You."
Well is week has been an interesting week. Remember I told you they increased my anti-seizure medicine. It's been about a week now and it makes me feel really tired. You give it a few weeks and I'll adjust to it. I've gone through this many times before. Anytime you make adjustments to your medicine, it will affect you. You know I've been on my back for what, 4 years now? It makes me think about things, for example, when I used to windsurf, you would go so fast that everything around you slowed down, like the waves. Everything was slow. Now I'm the one that's slow. I sit on my parent's porch in a wheelchair, staring at a tree. Time is speeded up. It's hard to describe, but it just seems like yesterday that I had my event. The only real gauge is a child. When I had my event happen, my little one was about 2 1/2, so when I Skype my little one I talk to my little one like she's 2 1/2. I was skyping with her and she looked directly at me and said, "Dad, I'm not a baby." I said, "Really? How old are you?" And my little one said, "I'm 25." I thought, "Oh man, I'm in trouble."
Let's see. Not much else to report really. The anti-seizure medicine seems to help. I don't have little episodes like I used to. They were increasing. That's why I upped my dosage. The only problem is, I keep barking. Just kidding. Hey, let's tell a few stories. I love telling stories, as if you didn't guess.
The other day I saw the film Argo. When I was younger I was in Tehran with my parents. It was around 1973. The Shah was in power, but our cab driver said, "Whatever you do, don't say you're American." We went off with our tour guide. We were gonna see the local sights. He said, "What do you want to see?" We said, "We don't know. Let's see the local museum. We can see the family jewels." That didn't sound right. Anyway, you can obviously tell, they didn't like Americans.
The next story I have took place in Australia. I was on the Great Barrier Reef scuba diving. Anyway, I was on a boat full of Japanese tourists. The dive instructor pointed at me and said, "You, get off the boat first." I said, "Ok," and I jumped in with all my gear. I started swimming towards the coral reef we went to and what do I see? A giant, I mean big sea snake coming up to check me out. Sea snakes a very dangerous. I did a quick U turn and swam back to the boat. I tried to get out of the water but the dive instructor said to me, "Hey mate, what are you doing? Get back in." I said, "No way! There's a big sea snake down there!" He said, "There's no bloody snakes out here mate. Now get back in. You're scaring everybody." I didn't argue with him I just jumped in and swam away from the boat and said, "You guys are crazy if you think it's safe here." The rest of the group started talking to each other like a bunch of chickens. The instructor was mad at me until he took his mask and looked in the water. He jumped back and screamed. I yelled to him, "Yeah! No shit! You see what I'm talking about?" He came and picked me up with the boat and we went to another location.
The next story takes place in London. It's short but kind of cool. I was working on my book Rescue Tails. It was portraits of celebrities with their dogs. Anyway, there was a famous singer I was gonna photograph with her dog. She gave me her number. I called her up about a month later. The phone rang, I heard a pick up, and I heard people going crazy. A lot of people. It was a crowd cheering. I said, "Hello?" She said, "Oh. Hi Brian. I'm just about to go onstage." I said, "Where are you?" She said, "I'm in London. It's the MTV awards. And I'm about to go onstage!" So, technically, I was in London with a famous celebrity about to go onstage. Pretty cool.
The next story took place when I was in college. A friend of mine right now works for the dept of transportation. I find it ironic because my fondest memory of him is driving down the New York State Thruway in the snow. I lost control of the car. We started spinning. Mind you, I was going like, I don't know, 55 mph. His hands were on the roof. He was screaming like he was about to die. He looked at me and I was laughing. My grandfather used to take me out on the frozen lakes of Minnesota so I knew what to do to get the car back in control. It was fun but he did not think so.
Ok one more story. It's pretty cool. I was in Santa Fe on a photographic job. I was shooting when my phone range. I stopped the shoot and picked up the phone. I had a really bad signal. All I could hear was "...father..." I was afraid something had happened to my dad. I went up to the top of the hill where I could get a clean signal. I heard someone say, "You're going to be a father!" I went back to the shoot like a stunned mullet. I finished the morning shoot not saying a word. At lunch we all sat down. The stylist, the woman in charge of the clothes, she sat next to me. We started talking and she said, "Oh, I went to a local thrift store and bought some things second hand. Tarot cards. They're pretty cool," and she pulled them out. She said, "Pick a card." She fanned open all the cards and I picked one. I looked at it and what did it say? It said "Father." I held it up to her and said, "That's weird. I just found out I'm gonna be a dad." Pretty cool. It's Father's Day coming up I hope I get to see my little one.
Anyway, I'll talk to you guys next week. I hope you have a good one. Remember, Lucky You. Love B. Nice.