I lost my “Toy Soldier,” a Real One, my second in command. You don’t go and get another one out of the blue. Instead, I think with all the seconds of the day, all the ones when he wanted to play, the words I wanted to say. When I wake up. In a 2nd B.
Sunday, January 2, 2022
Chronicle 185 ~In A 2nd B~
To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but as Eric Thomas put it. You love dreaming more than you love success. Well, Braxton’s there.
At least that’s what you wish you could say, isn’t it? Last night my work messed with your sleep. Not to mention all of my dickery. So I’m sorry and welcome to the new year. First, it looks plenty like the old one, doesn’t it? Hell, feels like I’m going to be apologizing to you all day. What is this, your second cry of the new year? This time last year, Gospel 185 ~Here I Am, Will~. I was thinking that Braxton the Imp needed to get checked out. Damn, how you hate reading about your first failure of that year. Well, the only loss that mattered, sigh. I’ve said the epitome of manhood is that of fatherhood. Then I fail at Six Impossible Things:
- I AM Finishing Reading Night Before, Dani Wyatt
Completed - I AM Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
Partial - I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
Failed - I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 009 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
Failed (Day 003 No Fap) - I WILL Work On A Tattoo Of B III
Failed - I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am
Failed
First failures of many with the start of the new year. Yeah, you’re counting the seconds until the next one. I ain’t gonna lie to you; this week will suck. The good news is, you found a second way to HURT. Dangerous words. Self-harm by way of language. Remember when you thought that asking for another second was reasonable? Don’t worry, you will. Every day, I wish to gather all those seconds that Braxton wanted to spend with me and bottle them up. Let me squish them together and get a second chance to be the man I want to be, the father. You could do that instead of sitting in bed naked, thinking of how you’ll waste the day again. Opportunities, Six Impossible Things:
- I AM Finishing Reading My Dog Has Died: What Do I Do
- I AM Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
- I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
- I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 003 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
- I WILL Work On A Tattoo Of My B III
- I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am
That is if you aren’t too busy thinking about that third leg. Yeah, when you weren’t missing Braxton, your dreams weren’t the nicest… to some. Mind, body, and soul, or how about heart, soul, and mind. Well, Braxton is your heart. Your mind says, “Stay Alive.” With your soul, does that belong to the Devil or your doggie? Inevitably God. Bedazzled wasn’t that great of a movie, was it? Nowhere near your third favorite. So why live the life of a Third-Class Citizen? Three-Fifths, a man? Forever settling for third-place? Am I trying to be inspiring? Whether you want it or not, this week will come but not you. What The Fuck! Should have told the world to give a second. In a 2nd B
336 Days Without B III
BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will