Journey 335 ~Don’t B ROMAN Virgil~

Monday, June 1, 2026

Journey 335 ~Don’t B ROMAN Virgil~

Hey Dad,
It’s me, Baby B. Did you have a good day? Good day? It’s a hot one. If I were there or M Anime.

No Dad, I’m not going to rag on you about my little brother. Virgil and I are southern men. Southern men that you raised, fur and all. Sons of the great sorcerer Will, we know. The story that came up that you’re writing, or shadow work, our potential stepmom says.

How much longer will you keep thinking of her as such? This morning you and she were talking about having babies. Can’t say I remember meeting many—my aunt’s baby. However, you weren’t there during those times. Why? You’re you, right? I know you, Dad.

And I love you. Always and forever. A promise to me, my brother, Virgil Vivi. Who knows, you’ll be singing “Maybe someday. You and me can run away” to stepmom.

“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000

All “Hey Juliet”! But you want her because of who she is. The woman that you see. Like you see me. Like you see Virgil. No a/c and all you care for him as you care for all of us

And why is that? I couldn’t live forever as much as we both wanted… But we’re working on that, aren’t we, my father… And when it comes to V and I’s stepmom, for real, Dad.

“I can do this all day.”
Steve Rogers, Captain America

You’d say that if you were only talking about her yabbos. And didn’t you say to her once upon a time… “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” As in your eyes, what is she, Dad? “If there’s somebody calling me on, She’s the one.” I share the sentiment.

Or I will someday about the woman you’ve chosen. The brother I was blessed with.

However, we are what we are, my father. For example, Virgil was a Roman Poet. There’s no changing that. Dante wrote of Virgil guiding him through Hell. My brother tries… Still, on days like today, he doesn’t like to roam far away from you. If he were more of a barker, he might belt out, ” I can’t stand “The Rain” against my window. “

Honestly, poor you. Dad, when will you see the man we all see? You’re everything.

EVERYTHING! But you like playing “The Seeker”. And if I had to pick out what you are to me. Again, we’ll both be Captain America. Stay. Don’t B ROMAN Virgil

What would hell be like? Would I survive more unhappiness?
― Destroyed by Pepper Winters

I sing of arms and of a man: his fate had made him fugitive
Aeneid

1947 Days Without B III, Day 1388 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son