Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about my past.
Thank God I used to run fast. It saved my butt a few times. For example, I was approached by a gang in New York City. They wanted my bag, so I ran as fast as I could down Central Park West. Luckily I had green lights all the way. Another time I was on Daytona Beach, training. I ran past some bikers. They made some comment so I, like a young idiot, I showed them my middle finger. They chased me with a big knife and I ran very fast. I’ll tell you one other time. I was on a run in the countryside. A dog came out from behind a barn. It was barking and running me down across a field. I ran like hell. Luckily, the dog just gave up. You see, it came in handy, being able to run fast. Oh yeah, my legs also took me across the United States. Me and eleven other guys were in the Guinness Book of World Records. Not bad for a young idiot, right?
Love and miss you guys.
Love, B. Nice