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