Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where Italk about my past.
Knock knock; Who’s there?; Boo. Boo, Who? - Don’t cry yet, it’s not Halloween YET! Pretty bad, right? Anyway, Happy Halloween.
This blog is dedicated to my friend D. He was my party pal and my running mate. We always had fun. At the bottom is a photo from a Halloween contest we were in. We were walking past a bar and the banner on the bar said, “Halloween Costume Contest - Winner wins a free night of drinking.” Well, of course, I said we gotta go to that! And my friend said, we have no costume. I said, no problem, so I ran down to the corner market and bought a few rolls of tin foil and a few rolls of duct tape. We went to the bar and guess what! We won the contest! The announcer called me on stage and said, What are you? I said, I have no idea, but I feel great. It was a great night, but let me tell you, a tin foil costume and alcohol don’t mix.
Another time, we were driving around Boston. I saw a great party as we drove past it. I said to my friend D, that was a great party. He looked at me and we both said in unison, “Let’s go!” We did a high speed U turn and went to the party. It was great. At one stage, I remember leaning against the wall drinking a beer, talking to a girl and telling her our story. She said, You don’t know anybody here? I said, no, but I know you. It was a great night.
Another time, we went to a bar. We ended up closing the place. Well, we were pretty lit, so we both decided it would be a bad idea to drive. We had a pickup. My friend slept in the back. I slept in the cab. Well, I woke up to a police officer shining a light in my face. He said, Hey, what’s going on? I said, we were too wasted to drive, so we just slept here. He said, Good, I’m glad you didn’t drive, but you can’t fill the entire parking lot with your empty beer cans. I looked back and my friend D was fast asleep in his sleeping bag and the whole parking lot was full of empty beer cans. I guess he wasn’t comfortable sleeping with a bunch of empty cans.
I’ve got many many stories, but they all seem to revolve around bars or running. Or was it running to bar?. I can’t remember. But the best thing we did together was with 10 other guys. We ran across the country. The run was brutal, but it landed us in the Guinness book of World Records. The race was a relay, 24/7. The most sleep you got was about 2 hours. And the race lasted about 2 weeks. It was crazy. We started in Santa Monica and finished in Annapolis, MD. Our record was beaten the next year, but it was still an amazing thing to do. Oh man, that van smelled so bad. Imagine 12 guys in a small Winnebago for 12 weeks. If a reporter wanted to do a story on us, we’d invite him into the van. The reaction on their face was priceless. It was quite the accomplishment.
Hey we’re gonna share a few cartoons below. Enjoy the cartoons. I miss drawing. I guess the only thing I can do now is tell stories.
Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice
