January 3, 2015

Hi everybody. January 3rd, Elizabeth, if you're out there, happy birthday. Remember me? It's Brian Nice. Anyway, welcome to the blog where I talk about the past. I'm gonna make this one a quick one because it's snowing out and my friend has to go. You know, my friend who's typing this for me.

When I was around 16, I went with my friend over to Europe. We went there to go on a bike trip around Northern Europe. We went with the American Youth Hostel group. It was pretty cool. We had a chaperone who biked about 7 of us through Europe. We ended up in Amsterdam. Now, this is where things got kind of interesting. One of the guys in our group went out to score some hash. He met a drug dealer and bought a bar of hash. He brought it back to the room at the youth hostel and said he was gonna smuggle it home in his bike frame. I said, you know, I don't think it's a good idea. I'm sure someone has thought of something like this before. I'm sure you'll get caught. Not a good idea. but the guy said he was gonna do it anyway. He broke out the bar of hash. I said, let me see that. I looked at it, smelled it. I said, congratulations, you just scored a bunch of old licorice. That's my story for the day. Have a good week. I'll talk to you guys next week. Happy New Year and here's the link to my blog about the present.