May 6, 2025

I want to dedicate this blog to my friend’s mom. My friend’s mom passed away recently. I met her once. She was a cool mom.

Oh man, I loved living in Paris. Above is a cartoon I did when I lived there. This is the cartoon of me on the never-ending metro. It seems I was on the Metro all the time. It was actually a great way to get around Paris. I miss those days. I guess Paris isn’t like it used to be.

My days there were pretty much the same. I’d get up. Go to the cafe. Have a coffee, go for a run in the Luxembourg Gardens, have lunch, take a long nap, go out and party until 2 in the morning. Paris was a never-ending party. You know, it was also a center for all the fashion magazines I shot for. For example, I worked for the English magazines a lot, I also worked for the Italian magazines a lot. As well as Greece, Germany, Spain. So Paris was a good launching pad. It was a great place to call home for a few years. It was also a great place to learn how to dance on a bar.

I’m gonna keep it short this week and leave it at that. I’m gonna include a collage of self portraits. My friend who helps me says, how come I never have any portraits of myself.? Well, here you go.

Love, B. Nice

April 29, 2025

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my sister who is an awesome mom. she raised three kids on her own. Amazing kids. And I’m also dedicating this blog to my friend here who also raised two kids. Amazing kids.

Now I know I’m jumping the gun a bit, but Happy Mother’s Day. I know it’s in a few weeks, but I wanted to get it in because who knows if I’ll be able to blog next week.

Now, I had an amazing mom. She was something else. I wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for her. She was amazing. She could transfer me. She got me walking doing water therapy (that’s where you walk in the pool). It was pretty cool. She got me to bond more with my daughter by doing things like going fishing, flying a kite. Riding a bike. Try to teach a kid how to ride a bike while you’re in a wheelchair. Good luck. The simple things in life were milestones for me. My mom seemed to know. It was very cool. It’s awesome. My little iPhone plays videos of me and my daughter. My mom shot a lot of footage of me and my daughter. I get a video a day. It’s pretty cool. It’s almost as if she knew she would be gone and she left this footage. My friends and family help as well, but mom took the lead. I remember once my mom flew to Texas to get my kid, and my ex refused to hand her over. I never saw her so mad. Anyway, that’s all in the past. I do miss her though. I do miss my mom. Anyway, I just wanted to say Happy Mother’s Day to all you Moms.

I’m gonna leave it at that. It’s like 80 today! Can you believe it? This weather’s crazy, but it’s all a hoax, right?

Love, B. Nice

April 15, 2025

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

Man, I love a good party. It’s probably why I became a bartender. I was a bartender for many years, and I guess you could say I was the host of the party. The bar was my party. I controlled the alcohol, so I guess you could say I was the host. My weapon of choice was a Long Island Iced Tea. All the clear alcohols, a splash of coke and sweet and sour mix. I also had the cab company on speed dial. It was fun. In fact, bartending inspired me to build a bar in my town house. The bar was complete with top shelf alcohol, well alcohol, and a fridge gutted to hold a keg of beer. We had beer on tap 24/7. My neighbor hated me. I think I told you this before, but they always called the cops on us. One day we had had enough, and we just happened to have a very large Roman candle in our closet. We fired the small missile at him. He dover for the ground and the whole apartment lit up with red white and blue fireworks. It’s amazing we didn’t burn the place down. Oh yeah, the cops didn’t like us either.

I’ve got lots of stories about parties, but I won’t go into it. We’d be here a long time. I’ve got stories like dancing on bars in Paris; finding open taps of beer in Antigua; parties in Japan; Man, they should donate my liver to the Smithsonian. Anyway, it was a lot of fun. Here’s a cartoon I did of a time I went to Normandy. It was a good party.

Talk to you next week. Love, B. Nice

April 8, 2025

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I blog about my past. I’m gonna dedicate this blog to all my Australian animal friends. I’ll explain why.

One time I was at Ayers Rock (Uluru). I was touring around looking at the desert when I came over a ridge. Now, this was rather bizarre, but I was looking down a long stretch of the road. The heat was coming off of the pavement. I saw these creatures. They were about ten feet tall. They had big eyes, long faces, no arms and two legs. I thought, what the hell is this. Then I thought to myself, and I said, sarcastically, great…aliens… Well, we both starred at each other which felt like eternity. Then they ran away and I saw they had four legs and they were actually camels. You see, Australia has a large feral camel population. In fact, if you want a disease-free camel, and you’re from Saudi Arabia, go to Australia. Just a little advice.

My other favorite animal was the Wallaby. A Wallaby is a small grey kangaroo. Anyway, they used to love to watch me play tennis. They were almost human-like. They would put their hands against the chainlink fence and watch the tennis ball go back and forth. It was pretty funny. In fact, tennis was always great. We used to go to Rose Bay, the public tennis courts. There were wallabies parrots, cockatoos. The cockatoos would always laugh when I missed a shot. It was a little paradise.

Australia was always fun. The only fun animal that actually scared the shit out of me was the saltwater crockadile. My father painted a portrait of Charlie, the world’s largest saltwater croc in captivity. The thing was huge. It would just lie there in the sun like rock, but if you held a dead chicken by its tail, it would whip around. It was so fast it was scary. The main thing that my father did is actually in the art museum in the capital of Canberra Australia. My father did a life-size painting of Charlie.

There were all sorts of animals. Flocks of parrots. Giant spiders. Big snakes. I could go on and on with stories, but I’ll keep it at that. Above is a portrait I did of a wallaby at our campsite.

If you ever go to Australia, make sure you check out the animals.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

March 25, 2025

Hi you guys. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my angel who’s helping me with my film. I kept everything I shot and I’m putting it together for another project.

Last week I promised I’d talk to you about a wild dog that chased me on my run across America. Well, it was actually a whole bunch of dogs. You see, we were running a relay race from LA to Rochester, NY. The race was a continuous race, meaning we ran 24/7 for two weeks. It was brutal because you ran two miles as fast as you could every two hours or so. And within that two hours, you had to take your turn driving the Winebego, eating, and sleeping.

Now try doing this for over two weeks. Like I said, brutal. Anyway, one of my highlights of this relay was in Arizona. It was late at night, it was around 2 am. I was out running alone in the desert. The Winebego went down the road two miles to wait for me. Well, I heard a noise behind me. Then I heard a noise in front of me. Then I heard a noise to the right. Then I heard a noise to the left. They were wild dogs. They kept coming at me taking turns and trying to bite me. They seemed to be scared of my baton. Every time I pointed it at them, they ran away. Well, I came out of darkness screaming and running in circles. The next guy said, “What’s B. Nice doing?” It was his next turn to run. Well, we had to push him out of the van as he cried, "I don’t want to go out there.”

Other fun things happened like an armed robbery at a gas station; a police escort through east St. Louis (a real rough neighborhood); leaving the back up car behind. There’s lots of stories. I’m glad I did it though. Hey, it was a hell of a way to see America.

I’ll talk to you guys next week. I’m gonna talk to you about how to get a handicapped van at a cheap price.