Chronicle 143 ~You Alright, B Alright~

If I had a time machine, I would travel to when I was a great man. Okay, a good one. Well, I was Alright, I suppose, when I was a Daddy. I was a lazy ass then, but B III didn’t mind, and as long as he was Alright. “You Alright, B Alright” please

Sunday, November 21, 2021

Chronicle 143 ~You Alright, B Alright~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and seeing how lazy you are, answer me this. Are you any closer to time travel yet?

Do you remember those days? I swear not in November. Besides no movement on the NaNoWriMo front. You’d go back earlier today and tell your supervisor, shut the fuck up. You don’t even want to think about the rest of this week. If anything, you wish that it was over now. That’s no different than any other week, but now you’re feeling it. It sucks. Sunday always sucks. Hell, you can list the pros and cons, but you don’t have time for that. It can all be summed up in one word. Braxton. Time travel, go back to January 31st. That’s what’s pretty fucked up. To go back to where words mattered and what would you say. Braxton, are you okay? Are you okay, Braxton?

  1. I AM Finishing Reading I Am Nelson (Hmm…)
    Completed
  2. I AM Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
    Partial
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
    Failed
  4. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 004 No Fap)
  5. I WILL Work On A Tattoo Of B III
    Failed
  6. I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

It would make more sense than these Six Impossible Things I didn’t do. Okay, 1, and you’re following in my footsteps when it comes to books. Euthanasia, another hated word. Somehow every book is about the loss of best friends these days. Well, you shouldn’t say all that. 1 is a point, 2 is a line, 3 makes a pattern. Have you already forgotten? Pathetic. I don’t blame you, though. This whole damn month has been something. Woke up this morning and discovered that B was missing a treat. No, never will there be Acceptance. B III is gone, and… I wanted to say you ain’t crazy. Even though this is your first day, you’re way worse. Is it alright to try Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Finishing Reading Only Gone From Your Sight, Kate McGahan, Jack McAfghan
  2. I AM Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
  4. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 004 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  5. I WILL Work On A Tattoo Of B III
  6. I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am

I couldn’t do them, and I don’t want to pass that curse on to you, but here you are. Only you, and that was a sad thought today. All that damn Christmas music was playing. This will be the first Christmas in 16 years you’ll be on your own. You’re getting as bad as these people with their trees up. I think I said Saturday, survive Turkey Day, and then? Every day is like, Alright, that happened, keep going. There’s no moving on, no forward. You hate the holidays because it’s not happy or honored. Hashtag anything good for you. It’s tragedy after tragedy, and who could be alright with that. The same person who ain’t Alright with Braxton being gone. You Alright, B Alright

294 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

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