November 7, 2014


Hi every body. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the past.

Gee, I wonder where I get it from. You're probably wondering what I mean. Imagine this: My dad's painting away. So he's in his studio. A floor through studio in Soho NYC. I'm riding my bike around the studio. He's listening to Bob Dylan and the Rolling Stones. And then I get picked up by my mom and go to our apartment in Brooklyn Heights. Then my mom has a brilliant idea. It's April 1st. April Fool's Day. So my mom calls my dad and tells him the toilet fell through the floor into the floor downstairs. Water is going everywhere. The super for the building is out to lunch. We call my dad to let him know what's happening. He rushes home and when he opens the front door, my mother, my sister and I yell, "April Fools." My dad was kind of pissed off. That's how my life has been. I used to always love to play practical jokes on everyone through our shoots.

I remember what the Japanese always said to me, "You must work Mr. Brian. You must not fool around."

I'll tell you one story, then that's it cause I'm kind of tired.

I mentioned before that I was obsessed with wind surfing. Well, I kind of forgot to tell my friend that his cat was on top of his windsurfing car. I may have told you this before. Anyway, the cat was sound asleep in the sun on top of the car. We took off when the wind picked up. We drove about half an hour. The cat was on top of the car. When we got to the windsurfing spot we looked up to find the cat. He was a little freaked out.

I'll talk to you guys next week. Here's a link to where I talk about the present. Miss you guys. Love, B. Nice