Now, where did I leave it; seven more treats, water, a clean bathroom pad, and yep his food in the fridge, but I can’t throw any of it away. I should at least check that back left from Thanksgiving. “Braxton “The Belly” Bully,” I’d buy him all the fries.
Sunday, March 7, 2021
Gospel 249 ~Braxton “The Belly” Bully~
To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and even if you hired another maid, she better not touch any of Braxton’s things all around.
But what brings this on today? You haven’t been downstairs yet, but in a few minutes… Yep, I thought about it yesterday. You’ll go into your bag of treats, setting down another one in his room to go uneaten. How about shaking the meds left and calling out to him? Believing it’s crazy and knowing it’s day thirty-five and you’re crying, yet again. Five weeks and you’re still here, and he’s still gone. Hell, you’ve starved yourself for less. You’re remembering how Braxton was dying; maybe why you eat so much now. Eating for two? Not if you look in that bag leftover from Thanksgiving. Whatever’s left in there must be a new species. If you wanted to die, since you forgot Six Impossible Things:
- I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 065 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
Completed (Day 072) No Fap - I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am
Failed - I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
Failed - I AM Writing “Look A Thing Like Santa”
Failed - I AM Finishing Gathering, Braxton’s Albums
Partial Completion - I AM Finishing Reading, “Succubus Lord 9” Eric Vall
Failed
Enough about your own belly and back to Braxton’s, always Braxton’s or not. You’re still buying sour gummy bears, worms, straws, what have you. Only you’ve been going more for chocolate, no fries, more onion rings, trips to Subway. It’s good, which means it’s bad. Like keeping Braxton’s memory alive, but what about his Last Meal? You were just in the kitchen, and what did you do? Organizing B III’s pills, the halves, and the ones you need to take back for Banfield for them to cut. Only that will never happen. There’s no reason. His food, though… what must it look like? As always, his water dish is full. The dry food is in the fridge; everything is waiting. So are Six Impossible Things:
- I AM Finishing Reading, “My Dark Vanessa” Kate Russell
- I AM Finishing Gathering, Braxton’s Albums
- I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
- I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 072 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
- I Am Cleaning Out The Refrigerator (Braxton’s Last Meal)
- I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am
It’s been a long time since you fixed the order. Food, parking spaces, this? Chances are, like me, you’ll only get the same two completed despite having all the time in the world this week. It would be for the best if you didn’t spend it eating and sleeping. Braxton would consider it time well spent. He did like to spend some time walking, working off one of those pounds, didn’t he. What about a belly rub? Please don’t open that bag of his hair. It’s one of the last things you have. Remember to eat breakfast but no sharing. Dammit, at this point, you would give him the plate. Like when he was young. When we were young, you and Braxton “The Belly” Bully.
I Am Afraid Without Braxton