April 8, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present. At least, I think this belongs in the present. I’ll explain:

I told you before but I’ll repeat it again. My life is like a bad country song. Its crazy. Let me go through the basics with you.

I was a successful international fashion photographer. Then on August 18, 2009, my head blew up. I had to have emergency brain surgery. Now, while I was in the intensive care unit, my Ex ran out on me and ran off to Texas with our daughter. She sold the two houses, the cars and gave away my pick up truck. She was kind enough to leave me a little money and a smelly dog. Buster. So I moved in with Ma & Pa. Then the dog died. I was sad so I went down to Texas to see my daughter. My head blew up again because of the flight. I also had to have brain surgery again. Then I got sued for divorce. I did get another dog named JoJo. He saved my life two times already. He warned people when I was gonna have a seizure. Anyway, back to the bad country song. After Ma died, Pa and I moved into a little stone house by the side of the road. Then Pa died, so here I am with JoJo my smelly dog. Now, somewhere along the line my handmade Winchester rifle went missing. I did get my guitars though. Even though I can’t play, it’s cool to look at them. Anyway, that’s the foundation for my bad country song.

It’s funny. I had a dream last night and it’s propbaoby close to reality. I used to go out to dinner with my wife and her friends. They were all models. Everyone probably looked at me like, “That lucky bastard.” Now I go out to dinner I have to wear a bib. I have to be hand fed. I shake and drool and I have to drink from a straw. Everyone probably looks at me and thinks, “That poor bastard.” Anyway, I’ve learned life is strange. You can’t predict what you’re gonna be doing in the future. and God laughs.

That’s about it for this week. Feel free to write a bad country song if you like. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

April 1, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present.

OK, I’m gonna go off on a bit of a tangent here, but today is April fools day. April first. So, being the young idiot I am, I called up the agency that handles my health aides. I said to them, “The night staff ordered a case of hard liquor from Gisley, the alcohol delivery site.” The agency kind of freaked out. They said they would call me back and find out what was going on. I called them back in a few minutes and said, “April Fools!” I called them back because I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble. Last year I called the agency and I said, “There’s some man from the New York State health department at my door asking me all sorts of questions. I said, I have to call my agency.” I called the agency and they said to me, “Brian, where’s your health aide?” I said, “he’s getting her hair done.” They said, Brian! You’re there all alone?” I said, “No I’m not alone, the guy from the New York State Health Department is here.” The manager kind of freaked out, so I said April Fools.

Hey, my dog is back! I was kind of freaking out because I thought he got a hold of some rat poison or some of my pills. For two days he would just lay there. He wouldn’t eat for a day, but he would drink water, thank God. He’s rebounded. He’s back to his former self. I knew everything was OK when he started licking his balls. The dog is important to me because A. he’s my friend, and B. He alerts people when I’m about to have a seizure. I guess you could say he’s my service dog.

I’m gonna leave it at that. My neighbor had a baby. That’s pretty cool. It’s amazing to me. She was out walking her dog when she had just given birth the night before!

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

P.S. My daughter and my mother made this painting of my dog, JoJo.

March 25, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present.

Oh man, I’m walking like my dog. Or, like my friend here said, and I agree, My dog is walking like me. You see, my dog is all messed up and is walking like a drunk. Little day things like this, your dog being sick, seem simple, but when you’re like me, man, it could be like climibing Mt. Everest. It’s so frustrating you can’t imagine. But, like they say, right, patience is a virtue.

Sometimes things just seem impossible to do, you know, when you’re like this. But you gotta just plow through it. You know what I’m gonna do? When things get like crazy, I look at a journal from the past. My friend here is gonna pull out a jounral and we’ll talk about it.

My dad and I did a great trip to Greenland. He painted some icebergs and iPhotographed them in black and white. It was cool. It was a great trip and a great way to get to know my dad again. Some of the images I think are beautiful. I could go om and on about it, but the best thing to do for you guys is just to get the DVD I made with film maker Adam Hall and producer Erin Hall. The film is called “Melt Down” and we had a show at Pace Prints. Man, the water was so cold. It was unreal. I’ll tell you now I know what a can of beer feels like. Anyway, check it out. It was cool. I’m gonna think about this for a while and talk to you guys next week. Here’s a link for you to watch it: MeltDown

I hear my drunk dog upstairs. I better go. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

March 19, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present. I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my daughter cause she’s awesome, and I’m proud of her because she’s graduating this spring.

OK, so check this out. I’m gonna vent a little here. So, check this out: America has started a war halfway around the world and it’s costing about a billion dollars a day. Yet, here I sit and I get $23 a month in food stamps. Mind you, I get social security disability, and also have a special needs trust for food and other necessities for the rest of my life. If I live forever, I’m kinda screwed. There’s something wrong with this situation. No, also, there’s a health aide that works here. He looks after me. He has to keep three jobs just to make ends meet. He also goes to the food bank and he just told me that the food bank lines are getting increasingly larger. So what’s so great about this America?

All of this got triggered because my old photo assistant came up to voluntarily help me. My neighbors help me. My friend here helps me. My sister helps me. What I’m saying is, it’s nice to be helped. It means a lot to me. I mean, just the other day someone helped me bring my trash can to the side of the road. It sounds simple, but try and bring a trash can up to the side of the road in a wheelchair. I guess what I’m saying is you gotta be nice to each other.

Being nice to each other is one reason why I’ve started my sidewalk campaign. It sounds kinda simple, but I’m trying to get better sidewalks for our village. You have no idea what it’s like to try and navigate a footpath that’s been blacktopped over. I mean, I’m athletic, or I was athletic, and I’m used to a challenge, but this is ridiculous. What is kind of cool is I’ve noticed I’ve started to get compliments from people in the public. You know, when I go out to the store or things like that. It’s nice to be recognized for doing something for the community.

Anyway, that’s it for my rant. Sorry, I just had to vent a little. I’m gonna go have lunch now. My health aide is gonna fold a napkin, put some orange juice on it and dab my lip. That’s my lunch.

Talk to you next week. Love, B. Nice

March 11, 2026

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present.

Man, I’ve been bummed out lately. I can’t go anywhere I need to go. I’ll give you an example. My daughter is graduating this spring and I can’t get to her to see the graduation. I can’t fly. Otherwise I’d get a brain bleed and it’s too far for me to drive. After my first brain operation I could walk with a walker. Hell, I drove to LA and back, no problem. But after my second brain operation, things are different. I’m in a wheelchair and it’s hard for me to go more than four hours in a car. Also there was a death in the family. I can’t go to the service, and on top of that, a friend of mine is really sick. I’d like to go see him but I can’t. He’s on the west coast. Bottom line is I guess you gotta learn to deal with your limits and recognize them.

Hey, I had a profound thought early this morning. It goes something like this: When something happens to you, it’s not the event that defines you. What defines you is how you react to the event that makes you. In other words, if you get really sick, or something happens to you, how you behave is what defines you. Does that make sense? I’ll give you an example. My friend is really sick, but he’s strong spirited, he has a positive attitude and he’s always questioning authority. Always question authority. Never follow blindly. Does that all make sense or is my brain bleed kicking in?

Anyway, that’s it for now. I don’t really feel like blogging. It’s a nice day here. Maybe I’ll go hang out in the sun.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice