I have a friend. He likes to play in the dark. I watch and I listen. Is he narcissistic? I don't think so. It all makes me claustrophobic. I had a friend. He liked to play in the dark. I didn't listen. Was he narcissistic? I don't think so. It all makes me claustrophobic. You guys are probably wondering what the hell is he talking about? Maybe they left something out when they put his brain back. It's actually a little benchmark for me.
Hi everybody. Welcome to another week. I'm gonna say a few things that will make my friend here squirm. You see, she has a couple of boys. These are some childhood memories I have. Let's just use a few words and feel free to use your imagination. OK, let's start:
Spinning cars, burning airplane, crashing buses. Shooting guns, burning soldiers, and sharpening sticks. Big black Newfoundlands, screaming monkeys, and white faced hornets. Bag of rocks to throw at a hornets nest, a burnt out cabin and running away.
That's about it for this week. I just wanted to share a few things maybe I left out of the blog.
I'll talk to you guys later. I just wanted to keep this blog going.
Love, B. Nice
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Hi you guys. Just checking in again. We were talking about friends, I forgot to tell you a story. There was a family friend coming into town. He was from the midwest. Anyway, I was showing him around NY before we went out to dinner I suggested we stop by and see some of my friends to have a drink. Anyway, we went to one of my friends apartments and on the way up I was talking about how amazing the apartment is. But the guy from the midwest said, "Hold on, wait a minute! We're going to go to a gay person's apartment?" I say, "Yeah, so what?" The guy from the midwest said, "I've never met a gay person before much less a gay couple." Well, being the demented person I am, I said to him, "Well, there's a first time for everything. Look, there's a couple things you should know. If the younger guy comes up to you he might grab your crotch. If you accept his advances, you, I repeat, you grab his right, I repeat, HIS right nipple, and turn it firmly to the right. If you disagree with his advances, you grab his left nipple and turn it firmly to the left. That's HIS nipple. And for god's sakes, don't get it wrong or you might wind up in the back room. And for heaven sakes, don't let his partner see you because you might end up in a threesome in the back bedroom." Before I could say, I'm just kidding, we reached the floor and my friends were there to greet us. We went right into the apartment. The guy from the midwest was freaked out. He stayed in the kitchen the whole time with his back to the refridgerator. Hell, I couldn't get a beer! Anyway, I told him when we were both in the kitchen, I told him, "I was just kidding, just relax." He kind of laughed nervously. I just thought I should share that story with you cause I thought it was kind of funny.
I'll talk a little bit about traumatic brain injury. I've been swimming a lot, doing swimming therapy. It's so great. You can actually walk. Feels fantastic. I highly recommend it. You know, when you're like this, you get ups and downs. Seems like the weather really affects me.
I'm gonna keep these short. I'll check in with you later. Love, B. Nice
Hi you guys. I'm BAaaaccck! I bet you thought you got rid of me. You know me. I'm always living in the past. I'll check in once in a while to keep this blog going.
I was inspired to write again because an old friend wrote to me the other day. He reminded me of something. I was staying at his family house in LA. His family graciously opened their house to me. Anyway, the timing was always weird. I would say, "I'm going to LA, " and he would say, "I'm leaving." Is that a hint or what? Anyway, I would arrive in LA and he would leave for a trip somewhere. I moved into my guest room and every morning I'd go outside in my pajamas with a cup of coffee to get the paper. The neighbors came out the same time to get their paper. The point is, I think I got the whole street talking. My friend would leave, I'd move right in. They would always do a double take when looking at me. It was pretty funny.
My friend was a guy I talked about in previous blogs. Anyway, that's it. I just wanted to share that with you and keep this old blog going. I'll check in from time to time.
Oh, I'll talk a little bit about traumatic brain injury... I forgot what I was going to say. I guess brain surgery will do that to you. I'll talk to you, I don't know when, soon. Love, B. Nice
