February 6, 2015


Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the past.

You know the people I used to work with were like my family. I got real close to them. Maybe too close. One time I was shooting. The art director was standing next to me. I stopped shooting to change rolls of film. I stretched, took a big yawn, turned around and the woman that was on our crew was sitting on the steps right behind me. She was wearing a nice sun dress and nothing else. She was going commando. I finished stretching, turned around, cleared my throat and said to the art director next to me, "Hey Jane, why don't we shoot on the steps behind me for the next shot." And Jane turned around and screamed, "Oh my God!" covered her eyes and fell to the ground, and screamed "Oh my God!" again. I thought it was a bit dramatic. I think the woman behind me caught on and she crossed her legs. We did do the next shot there but the whole feeling was a bit different. Oh by the way, it was a bit of a shock.

The next story took place in Miami, you know, South Beach. It was a real tacky Miami Beach house full of glass and marble. Anyway, I finished my breakfast and the husband of the house left with his brief case. He got in his mid-life crisis sports car and took off. The wife of the house was doing dishes in the house. The sink was in a bay window overlooking the pool. (Now things get a bit interesting here. I think I was on the set of a porno movie.) Going back to the woman doing the dishes overlooking the pool: the pool boy shows up. He's wearing the shortest and tightest shorts I've ever seen on a man. He was wearing the shorts and nothing else. He might have been going commando. She was washing the dishes and gave him a coy smile. He was brushing the side of the pool with a long pole and gave her a cocky smile and nodded his head. It was a classic moment. I can't imagine what happened when we left. Wait! I can imagine what happened when we left because he was still there cleaning the pool. I wonder what else he cleaned.

It was always interesting going on location. You never knew where you would end up. You would always get a slice of people's lives. One time, another time, I was shooting at a home and the homeowner was a Hollywood-type woman, a producer. Anyway, after I got done shooting she offered me a beer and I said, "Sure, why not." So I had a beer, and mind you, she's single. About 55 or so and very hungry, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I had my beer quickly and this dude shows up. He's about, I don't know, 25. He looks at me like - "Don't mess with my territory, man," and starts giving me a hard time. I quickly left.

I think I told you about some other location stories in some previous blogs. You know, there was that one time when that big dildo fell off the bed. The time we messed with the woman's house who was obsessive compulsive. The time I almost got killed by a stereo. Go back and check it out. I have lots of stories. I'll tell you one mre.

One time I was shooting in this small town outside of LA. I hated shooting there. Anyway, I was shooting, and mind you, I like to shoot spontaneously, you know, follow the light. I went up to the next corner because I saw some nice light. Well, as I'm starting to shoot, my phone rings. I stop the shoot. I answer the phone. I hear, "Brian Nice?" I say, "Yes." A woman says, "You're on the wrong corner." It kind of freaked me out. I said, "What?" The woman said, "You're supposed to be one block south." It felt like Big Brother was watching me.

I'm gonna leave it at that for now. I'll include a few cartoons I used to draw. I can't draw like this anymore, but I still paint abstract stuff. Have a good week. Love, B. Nice

P.S. Here's a link to my blog about the present.