December 8, 2015

Hi everybody, welcome to the blog where I talk about the past.

Above is a cartoon. You know, I used to keep all my journals in cartoon form. Above is a cartoon that basically says too much of a good thing is not good for you. And it's true. I used to drink coffee all day long. It's probably one reason why I'm like this right now. Anyway, I could go on and on about too much of a good thing, but I'm not gonna talk about that right now. I'm pretty wiped out cause I did two hours of water therapy.

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Love you all, miss you. Have a good week. Love, B. Nice

December 1, 2015

Hi you guys. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the past. I had my friend here go into the other room and pull out one of my diaries. I used to keep my diaries in cartoon form. The drawing above is about a trip I did in the Bahamas. When you're in North Eluthera and you want to get to Harbour Island, you have to take a little boat. Well, I was on one of these boats and there was a famous musician sitting across from me. We were in a stare down because I kept bumping into him on my travels. You know, like Duty Free, an elevator, a bar, etc., etc. The guy must have thought I was stalking him because here I am in the middle of the Bahamas sailing on a small boat staring at the guy.  We didn't say a word. It was all rather uncomfortable, but I'll tell you, the guy got off the boat pretty quick. It was a great shoot though. I was there for like a week. It was one of my favorite places. It was fun because some of my fellow photographer friends also went there often. When I ran into them it was like a big party.

Alright, I'll tell you one story. One time I ran into a fellow photographer. We all got together and had a big party. Well, my assistant joined us and was having a great time. I knew we had to start early, so I left the party early. My assistant stayed on. Well, the following morning, I was waiting for everyone, having a coffee when I noticed my assistant showing up wearing the same clothes he had on from the previous night. He had scratches all over him. Leaves in his hair. He looked like hell. I said to him, "What happened to you?" and in a very thick Spanish accent, because, you know, he was from Spain, he said, "I leave party. It dark. I was drunk. I lose my way. I end up in big spider webs. I scream. I run into woods. I know not what to do, so I lie down and sleep. The sun come up. I see where I am, and now I'm here. Good party."

On that note, I'm gonna say, good-bye. I miss those parties. Miss you guys too. Love, B. Nice

Here's the link to the blog where I talk about the present.

November 24, 2015

 

Hi you guys. Welcome to the blog where I talk about my past.

OK, I've got to tell my one Thanksgiving day story. I told you before, but I've got to tell you again. If you've already heard it, and your rolling your eyes and tapping your foot, then skip it.

I was living in Australia. I had a huge dinner party with some friends. We had a few bottles of some wine and we were having a good time. Then we started talking about Thanksgiving and what it meant. My friends were Australian and had never heard of it, so I promised them a big Thanksgiving day party. I forgot about it, and then next morning, my wife at the time reminded me of the promise I had made. Now, let me tell you, try finding a turkey a few days before Thanksgiving in Australia. Not easy. I must have tried every butcher shop in Sydney. No turkeys to be found. So I called up the US Consulate, and asked them how they got their turkeys. The guy that talked to me was cool. He said they pre-ordered them through a butcher he knew. The guy at the US Embassy said they over ordered so I could pick one up. I raced down to the butcher and explained the situation. They said I could buy the turkey the US Embassy didn't need. Well, after I paid about $200 for the turkey I heard a big cart coming out of the icebox. I looked over and I saw the biggest bird I've ever seen on a cart. I said, "That's not a turkey! That's got to be an Emu or something. That's a huge bird." The butcher promised me it was a turkey. Well, after finally getting it into my car, I got it up to my apartment. It was so heavy. I finally got it into the kitchen. Looked at the bird, looked at my stove, looked at the bird, looked at my stove again and I thought, "No way! I'm not gonna get that bird in there!" I finally took out all the racks and all the siding, put a brick down and a rack, put the bird in on a big tray and tried to shut the door. It wouldn't shut. So I used a bungee cord to hold the door halfway open and then covered the entire opening with tin foil. I started cooking the bird. Well, my friends finally came over at around 6 pm. Mind you, I started cooking at like 2 pm. We had a few bottles of wine (I'm being conservative when I say a few). The bird finally got done at 4 am in the morning. We were ripped. I mean, even the chair would have tasted good at this stage. We ate the whole thing. It was good. Like my friend here says, "Low and slow." After cleaning up at about 6 am, I passed out and was awoken by a noise by the trash. There were a bunch of tree kangaroos fighting over my turkey carcas. It sounded like a full on riot. The tree kangaroos ran off into the woods with my turkey. That's my Thanksgiving Story. My friend here says I also introduced the tree kangaroos to Thanksgiving. So have a good Thanksgiving.

Love, B. Nice

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November 21, 2015

Hi you guys. Welcome to the blog where I talk about my past. I would often think about the past when I was in the hospital in a bad way.

I'm gonna call this blog: ABC. I'll explain why. I was looking at a previous blog. I was talking about working for a photographer who wasn't nice to me. You see, I've come to realize that when you're under a lot of stress you take it out on your assistants a lot. I mean it's kind of like having a pot of boiling water with a cover. Something's gotta give, and unfortunately, your assistant is right in the path. It's not that you did anything wrong. Well, maybe I did some things wrong, but you're the first person in the line of fire. Things like dropping a Nikor lens out of a helicopter, leaving the film on the beach, and backing a van into the bay don't help. I wasn't such a great assistant. OK, that was A, for Assistant.

B is gonna be standing for Bar. You see, I was a bartender in college. It was a great way to work your way through college. Good tips. I always got good tips because I was a little heavy handed on the drinks. Oh man, one time these secretaries came in for happy hour. I made them a drink: 1 oz of Gin. 1 oz of Vodka. 1 oz of Triplesec. 1 oz of Silver Tequila. Poured it over the rocks and added a splash of coca cola, a splash of sweet and sour mix and the piece de resistance was a floater of Biccardi rum 150 proof. It was a very flammable mixture. OK, so imagine this, I'm trying to get out of the bar to take a bathroom break, and there was a little door to leave the bar. Well, there was a secretary that had had two of my famous drinks. She was standing right in front of the door. She had her dress hiked up to her hips and her legs spread, and she said, "Come on through Baby!" I don't think I've ever held a pee so long in my life. I didn't dare exit the bar. It's pretty funny being sober and watching everyone around you get absolutely ripped. If there was a group of people, I would ask who the designated driver was, and give them a free drink every other drink. A helluva way to work your way through school. OK, that was B for Bar.

Oh yeah, I forgot to add something I wanted to tell you. There was a new waitress who was kind of uncomfortable in the dress she had to wear at the bar. It was a Mexican themed bar and she had a high slit up her leg for the dress and a low cut top. Very Mexican, right? There should have been a brass stripper pole  involved. Anyway, she had a tray of margueritas, strawberry margueritas, and she couldn't get throughout the crowd because it was very crowded, so she held the tray above her head. Well, I was watching her and she was heading right for a ceiling fan. I kept trying to yell to her to watch out, but the music was too loud. And then it happened. She hit the ceiling fan and strawberry marguerites and broken glass went everywhere. It was rather amusing actually.

I'll go back to C. I'm kind of gonna mix this blog about the past with the present. Way in the past, when I was running, you had to have a lot of courage because those races were tough. Anyway, when you have a traumatic brain injury, you have to have a lot of courage. It's gonna test your limits. That's for sure. And the other C word is Can't cause you can't do this alone. You're gonna need family and friends to help you through this. That, or get a dog.

That's about it for this week. Love and miss you all. Here's my link to the blog where I talk about the present. 

Love, B. Nice

November 17, 2015

Photo by Bryan Coppede

Paris ~ my heart goes out to you.