Hi everybody, welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. I often talk about my past to forget about the present.
Above is a cartoon that I’d always put at the front of my diary. And you know what? It worked. One time I left my diary on an airplane and someone called me up to return my diary. It was pretty cool. So I gave the guy a penny (just kidding). I offered to give him money, but he just refused and gave me the book. So there are nice people out there. Actually, my father, used to always put the same thing at the front of his diaries. That’s where I got the idea. But that one time was the only time I lost my book. The cool thing was, I didn’t know I’d lost my book cause I had a bag I always carried my stuff in. I just assumed it was in the bag.
There were many cartoons in my books, but they really were a diary of where I have been. Who I worked with, etc. The diaries were pretty valuable to me. It was a good record of my life. I wish I could draw still. I could really use it now. And it was like Therapy. A good way to relax on the plane or at the bar. Or wherever I was. You can see more cartoons on my previous blogs about the past. It’s cool to go back and look at my diaries as I forget about things and when I see the cartoons it brings me back to a specific time. It’s kind of cool.
You know, I’d always draw to relax. But since I can’t draw I’m going to start a YouTube channel, you know, for people like myself. Maybe it will help someone. It’s important to stay creative and active when you’re like I am. It’s a good outlet. It’s either that or buy a heavy bag (for boxing). Can you imagine seeing a guy in a wheelchair wailing on a heavy bag? I’m gonna pick out one more cartoon that I’ll include. Just a random one.
Below is a cartoon of my favorite hotel to shoot in - in Mexico. It’s gone now, but it was pretty awesome. It was a hotel that was a pillar around the ‘60’s the brat pack would go there all the time. They would all fly from Vegas and land on the airstrip in back of the hotel and party. The hotel was made up of a bunch of small houses overlooking the ocean. Whales would come in real close, just under your balcony. Each house had its own swimming pool. It was pretty amazing. I would just stay there and shoot there. Oh man, that place was great. It was cool cause we’d go to a neighboring town for good local food. It’s too bad it’s gone now. I think they knocked it all down and put up a modern hi-rise hotel. Progress right.
Anyway, I’m gonna leave it at that. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice
