December 19, 2014


Hi you guys. Welcome to the blog where I talk about my past. You know, I used to lie in bed for years totally not being able to move. I'm exaggerating. I could move my index finger and my toes. Anyway, one thing I used to do was think about the pets I used to have. I would make up some really cheesy poem. Would you like to hear one? I'll take that silence as an "OK." I know you're probably rolling your eyes, but here we go.

This poem is inspired by a blog I did previously. OK, ready, here's my cheesy poem. This takes place at my parent's house.

After a long day's work, I set out for a run. There was my old one eye'd cat laying in the driveway under the sun. I leaned down to pet him. He was warm. I pet his fur. He stretched and gave me a purr. I carried on my way. It was a great day. I returned from my run. My one eye'd old cat was still in the sun. I reached my eight mile goal. I reached down to pet the cat. I pet him. His body was there but he had no soul. I pet his fur, but he was cold and stiff.  There was no purr. I called out to my mom. But there was nothing to say. We covered him up and there he lay. It turned out to be a sad day.

See, there's my poem. Want to hear another one. I've got one about my old dog. I'll spare ya.

On another note, you know, I was thinking about all of the different agents I had. I remember I had one agent that kept trying to get me to shoot in a more commercial way, a way that would get new clients. It was like putting a round peg in a square hole. It fit but it wasn't right. I tried it, but it just wasn't me. What I'm saying is, you gotta stay true to yourself and do what makes you happy. Life is too short. Anyway, I'm gonna leave it at that. Let's say a prayer for my one eye'd cat. I couldn't resist. Talk to you guys next week. Love, B. Nice

Here's a link to my blog where I talk about the present. I'll include some cartoons I used to do.