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

January 27, 2026

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

Man, did we get a lot of snow! It was like the good old days when I first moved here, it snowed like this often. We had a great ski slope near us. The slope is houses now.

The other thing that all the snow reminds me of is where I went to college. The college was in Rochester, NY. I went to RIT. Man, did it snow there! I guess you’d call it Lake Effect snow. It snowed so much you had to tie one of your socks or a bandana to the car antena so you knew which car to dig out. Man, there was nothing worse than digging out a car and finding out it wasn’t yours.

OK, so check this out: some investor bought a bunch of swampland. Filled it in, then to save money, bought some plans for a college in Arizona. You know, to save a little money. So, basically, I went to a college that was designed for the desert and they put the college in the swamplands of Rochester, a lake effects snow area. It was freezing there. The campus was designed to keep students cool. It had wind tunnels, high walls to create wind, and did I mention the whole thing was built out of bricks. Now imagine this, a building built of bricks is constantly sinking into a swampland. Bricks used to fall from the sky all the time, so not only were we cold, but you had to look out for falling bricks. No wonder why we drank so much, not that we needed an excuse. Anyway, all this snow we have now reminds me of the good old days.

I’ll tell you, it’s tough having this traumatic brain injury with all this cold. It’s brutal. I feel like an ant in honey. Well, at least I have summer to look forward to. I’m gonna leave it at that. If I could, I’d go build a snowman. Have a good week.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice