Hi everybody, welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. Or, should I say, my sordid past?
Man, I got a bad haircut. I looked like Jim Carey in dumb & dumber. So, what did I do? I called up my friend who I used to work with. I hadn't seen him in ages, but he agreed to come up and rescue me. You know, fix my hair. It was great to see him and his new family. He has a new baby. Anyway, in my living room, I have my suitcase filled with my journals. There are a lot. You see, I used to keep my personal journals in cartoon form. It's fun to look back at them. The reason why I bring it up is my friend started to look through my journals and found some things we did together. We had some great trips. I think I told you this already, but oh man, this one time, I was in the Bahamas with my friend and the editor of the magazine we were working with. Well, after dinner, we all walked down on a moonlit pier. The pier was high, like 30 feet high. The editor looked over the edge and said, "That's a long way down. Kind of scary." So what did I do? I pushed her in, and then I jumped in after her. I think she managed to say, "You guys are all CRAZY," before she hit the water. Good thing she could swim. I didn't even think about that. I still have scars from that shoot. I won't go into details, but it was fun. Oh, and by the way, on the way to dinner, my assistant and I saw an asteroid hit the earth's atmosphere. It was cool. It was like a stone skipping across water, then it blew up. It all happened so fast. It was amazing. You don't see that everyday.
One other great trip we took was in the Bahamas as well. I was on a small plane with my friend and my crew. There was another group of young women. They were really pretty, really petit. I started talking to them. I said, "What's going on? What are you guys doing?" They obviously looked like they were on a photoshoot. They said they were from Playboy magazine and they were there to do a shoot. I asked a girl what her name was, and she just said her name was Miss June. I thought that was pretty fun. A few days later, she was in the talent contest at the resort. She was singing. And there was my drunken friend yelling, "June, June, June," right before he passed out.
We did lots of fun trips. I kind of miss the good old days, although I probably wouldn't have survived them if I kept going at the pace I was going.
I'll keep it short because it's super hot here. The heat plus humidity really affect me. Just another bonus for a TBI person.
Talk to you next week. Check out my other blog. Love, B. Nice