I tell my girl that people are effing zombies. But I’m not a psycho or MAGA, so I’m stuck. I try to avoid them, but somebody today had to remind me of DTA: Don’t Trust Anybody. B bit a finger a time or two, but I love him. “Bit Like Braxton, Virgil.”
Monday, April 13, 2026
Journey 286 ~Bit Like Braxton, Virgil~
Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B. Did you have a good day? We’re not sleeping. Not snacking. “Just One Of Dem Days.” “Bad Day” again.
Not quite like the one before ‘The Big Sleep.’ I know, Dad, not cool. But in my defense, that day never leaves you. Thursday, January 28, 2021, leaving from ‘The Bad Place.’ Friday, you found out I was dying. Saturday, just us, and Sunday, January 31, 2021, we know Dad.
But let’s focus on today. It’s more like when you lost all that positivity from that book you were reading, “The Secret” by Rhonda Byrne. It’s like you were bitten, poisoned, and you remembered. You told my potential stepmom just today, “DTA”: Don’t Trust Anybody. Hell, even me? The worst thing I ever did, besides leaving, is biting the hand that feeds me. Rule one. But today, “It Wasn’t Me” That bitSh from today, Dad.
“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000
You wouldn’t mind if I bit her—you humans and your mouths, Dad. If I wasn’t barking, you were stuffing my face with a snack. But again, no food today to share with my brother
2-V is eating too much as is, which is a good thing. And why he’s not sitting next to you.
Literally sh$t the bed. I know, Daddy, language. Sorry. But that brings us back to today and what came out of that woman’s mouth at The Bad Place. I don’t like the things you say about yourself. But when it’s somebody else… Well, you know how hard I can bite. Dad, I still remember that time I bit your thumb and you didn’t speak to me for a week, ha-ha.
Sleeping in my own bed wasn’t fun. And now you have to go and wash Virgil’s. It could be worse. If it had been one of my pillows again… But my bark, my bite, me being gone, my father. Is that it? Was that it, somewhere after seventy days, where your denial of me not being with you gave way to anger. Second stage of grief? You stopped crying then…
RAGE. Like father, like son. We are always angry. Two Hulks or hunks if my Favorite Girl and potential stepmom had anything to say about us. “All I wanna say is that they don’t really care about us.” I mean, my girl does, and M Anime. But The Bad Place, People… Bit Like Braxton, Virgil
“So, I just said fuck it all and gave up on life.”
Olivia Noble
His rage flared one last time, but his strength failed; anger gave way to fate.
Aeneid
1898 Days Without B III, Day 1339 of Virgil’s Arrival
Always and Forever,
Your Son
