November 8, 2016

Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the past. It's election day today. I'm gonna tell you a story about the past, something I already blogged about recently, but I think it's appropriate for today.

In the 90's I was at a bar in lower Manhattan. The bar was called The Bowery Bar. I was there for a Ford Model Party. They have their annual holiday party at places like this. Anyway, I was sitting at a table talking to a bunch of models I work with, when all of a sudden I felt someone trying to squeeze in on my conversation. I mean, really squeeze in. They were being really rude and pushy. Well, I let this person know I wasn't happy and I used my left elbow. Well, let's just say, I used my left elbow forcefully. All I felt was whale blubber. I look over, and lo and behold, it's Donald Trump. He didn't seem to be too happy. Anyway, I also felt a presence behind me. I turned around and it was the world's largest man. He adjusted my chair. I got the message. He meant for me to get out of my chair, and I did. I went up and got a beer. I remember thinking, wow, this is how this guy must operate. And then I thought, wow, what a bully. Then I thought, wow, what a dick! My friend here says, I bet the women were unhappy you left. I actually feel kind of sorry for the Donald cause those women are pretty tough. They know when to smile and they know when to tell a dick to piss off.

October 25, 2016

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

I've already blogged to you about the following event a bit, but I'm gonna do it again anyway, just to make a point.

You know, I don't really get involved in politics at all, but I want to talk to you about something. The following event took place in New York City, in the 90's. It was at a bar called The Bowery Bar, in lower Manhattan. The Ford Modeling Agency was having their annual holiday party. I was sitting at a big table with a bunch of models I work with. All of a sudden some person starts trying to squeeze in on my conversation. He was being real pushy so I introduce him to my left arm. I look up and it was Donald Trump. He didn't seem to be very pleased. Then I felt a presence behind me. I turned around and it was the world's largest man standing right behind me. The guy looked like a defensive lineman for the New York Giants. The guy was HUGE. Anyway, this guy decided to help me with my chair. He pulled it out a little so I could go, "Refresh my drink." I got the message and left. As I was walking away, I thought to myself, "Well, this is probably how he deals with things all the time." Then I thought, "Wow, what a bully." Then I thought, "What a dick!" I went and got a beer at the bar and took my conversation somewhere else.

Need I say more? And this is the type of person that some of you want to elect to be our president? I see a long trip to New Zealand in my future if you guys go ahead and elect him. Anyway, that's it for now. I'll get off of my soap box now.

This is B. Nice signing off. Check out my other blog where I talk about the present. Have a good week. Love, B. Nice

October 10, 2016

Let's call this blog, Angels.

Now, I classify angels as Dark Angels and Light Angels. Dark Angels have their own issues. Light Angels seem to have their act together. Bottom line is, they have one thing in common. They have a heart of gold and they are there to help you. Help you with no strings attached, no hidden agenda, no drama. Going through this traumatic brain injury, I've seen a lot of angels, let me tell you. Especially, when you're in hospital on all those drugs they give you. I mean it's crazy! I thought my daughter was on top of the TV set. I actually made my cousin go and take her down from the TV. That stuff is strong, let me tell you.

I just wanted to share with you something about the past. You know, being a fashion photographer, I had to do two catalogues a month and one editorial or a test, just to make ends meet. I built a house in the Hamptons, by the ocean, to use as a location. It was all working good until my injury. I wanted to tell you this because I used to surf right in front of my house. One day I was surfing and a huge wave came knocking me onto the rock. I was unconscious, sinking to the bottom of the sea. There was a voice in my head that said, "Wake up. You're a Dad. And you can't leave your daughter alone." So I made it out of the ocean by climbing my leash to the surface, got onto my surfboard, and washed onto the shore. So you see, my daughter was a light angel. Pretty cool huh? And you know what? She wasn't even born yet.

This is B. Nice signing off. And check out my other blog where I talk about the present.

Love, B. Nice

September 21, 2016

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

I have no idea what I'm gonna talk about. I just thought something would come to my mind, but I'm drawing a blank. Actually, I'm talking to my friend here. I said, what should I talk about? And she started sneezing. That reminded me, I used to get allergies really bad. One time I was doing a photo shoot. The model was back lit, you know, the sun behind her. I could see tons of pollen in the air. I realized, I'm allergic to pollen. It made me start sneezing. I couldn't stop. It was an endless achoo, achooo. Needless to say, we stopped early that day.

I'm drawing a blank right now, of stories from the past. So I'll leave you with a couple of pictures. I hope you have a good week. Miss you guys. Talk to you soon. Love, B. Nice

P.S. Here's my link to my other blog.

September 14, 2016

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

In the 80's I lived in Australia. Sydney, Australia. They were about to have a big air show, just west of Sydney. So I decided to go. I love airplanes. It was also cool to photograph the spectators. Anyway, I drove out to Homebush, where the show was. Parked my car, and hopped on the shuttle bus over to the show. Well, close to the entrance was the end of the runway. The whole airport was sealed off by a fence. There were some young kids climbing through a hole in the fence at the end of the runway. Well, the inner child in me decided to hop off the bus and follow the kids. I crawled, commando style, with the kids, to the end of the runway. It was just in time to see a British tornado aircraft take off and go straight vertical, like a rocket ship, towards the sky. It was pretty cool and now I know why they call the plane the tornado. It was so loud it was unreal. Then, all of a sudden, the plane did what they call a fuel dump, into the afterburners. It creates a column of fire. The fire was heading down straight towards us. It all dissipated above us. It was far away from us, but it looked real cool. I could still feel the heat though. I sheepishly crawled back to the hole in the fence, thinking to myself, "Man, I'm getting to old for this shit."

You know, when you're in the hospital, you think of some weird stuff, just to pass the time. Now, if you're a little sensitive, you might not want to read any further. Sensitive, that is, to puke. Yes, I'm gonna tell you some puke stories. Something I thought of just to pass the time.

One time I was on a boat in the Caribbean heading out for a dive. There was a young kid right across from me in the dive boat. He had the regulator in his mouth. Well, the seas were really rough, and I think you might know where I'm going with this. Well, the kid looked rather green, and he threw up in his regulator. Now, I don't know if you know what a regulator is, but it's the round piece that fits in your mouth. There are two tubes on either side where the bubbles exit. Well, in this case, it was puke that was shooting out from both sides and hitting the people on either side of him. Well, this caused them to puke. Then, next, the other people started puking. It was a puke-fest. I quickly jumped off, which led to another story I told you earlier. Remember, I grabbed the wrong weight belt and didn't put air in by bc vest? I sank about 120 feet. But, that's another story.

Another time, I was sitting in my bedroom about to make out with a girl. I stared into her eyes. She stared into mine. I leaned over to kiss her, and she immediately puked and puked up into one of my cowboy boots. I still have those boots. Every time I put them on, I think of her.

OK, I'll just tell you two more stories. I think I told you this, but after a heavy night of drinking, we decided to go get some pancakes. This was about 4 in the morning. Well, I walked past this huge picture window, to go to the restaurant. Inside the restaurant, people were having pancakes, waffles, hot chocolate with whipped cream. Well, I stopped and just stared at everyone eating. They all looked like  a cartoon from that cartoon strip called FarSide. They were all just shoveling food into their face. Well, I stood there for what felt like eternity, then started sweating. Of course, I puked all over the window, which mortified all the people inside. I then proceeded to fall into some bushes. It was the first time I ever got thrown out of a restaurant without even going into the restaurant.

OK, one more puke story. My friend was leaving a bar. He took out his car keys. I said, "No way you're driving home." He held his keys up and said, "Yeah, I am." I grabbed his keys and ran to his car. I hopped into his car, shut all the doors, locked all the doors, rolled up all the windows. He proceeded to chase me to his car, was pounding on the windows. All of a sudden he stopped pounding on the windows. He looked at me rather confused. He then proceeded to vomit all over the window and fall down. Thank god I had rolled up the window. My friend here said, "Oh Youth!" and I agree. It's fun to be a young idiot. And, yes, I was a young idiot. Wait a minute! I still am a young idiot.

I've got many more puke stories, but I'll save you from them.

This is B. Nice, signing off. Love, B. Nice

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