Mary J. Blige sang “I’m Goin’ Down.” My B III barked, “I’m down here! Now pick me up!” V barks “Look at me, look at me! (Paws) in the air like it’s good to be alive.” If I don’t get my money up, my mood and get up from the mattress, B Let Down Virgil
Monday, June 22, 2026
Journey 356 ~B Let Down Virgil~
Hey Dad,
It’s me, Baby B. Did you have a good day? Good Day? You humans and time, but I’ll humor you, Dad. 5:23 PM
So this is one of those days when you wouldn’t even talk to me. Couch time, a book, or music- surprise, surprise. Of course, there have been a few changes. If you allow me, Dad:
“You’re down there, we’re up here! You walked into the wrong goddamn room, commander!”
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The Rock? Up there, down there… I think I’ll leave you guessing… Better, let’s pretend.
Um, I’m lying right there beside you with my toy in your lap, as I feel like being a “Flake” today. Jack Johnson, ha? Like father, like son. Our tastes in movies and music, Dad.
Speaking of “Flake,” where is my brother right now? Higher than you, as he’s sleeping in the bed, and you came into the glow box room so that we could talk. Maybe he’s waiting for you to let him down…
“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000
“Little Bitty Pretty One,” that’s Virgil. I’m kidding, Dad. I’d barked that I’m busting his balls, but my brother lost those before he met you. Again, kidding, but yeah, no balls…
That Thurston Harris tune was more for you than him. Trying to raise your spirits since everything else… No energy drinks, no eww moments as you leave me in time out and there doesn’t seem to be ENOUGH of anything. I know you’ll always see to Virgil as you saw to me. And there you go, down again. There’s no middle ground, my father.
Honestly, you’re Shooting The Moon, trying to, or picking up sh*t. Language, sorry Dad, but I am my father’s son. And I see my Dad falling, not flying, then fighting.
Every day, every moment, “You want… every… single second.” And I remember the look we shared after the mean lady brought me back to you. Trust me, Virgil isn’t missing much going to that pokey place. But when the mean lady brought me to you, and I wanted to bark “Sorry I let you down. Sorry it wasn’t quite true.” “I’m not alright, I’m not alright.” Funny I bark about falling and flying and use a Pilot Speed tune, Daddy.
However, it’s how you feel. Like you’re letting me down all over again. And I’m not going to give you the sh… Crap about doing a good thing. Good things are remembering me happily. You and my stepmom, eww. Staying Alive. B Let Down Virgil
“Do good things, lunch boy”
Dorian Newberry ― Disturbing Behavior
“Each man must face his appointed day
― The Aeneid
1968 Days Without B III, Day 1409 of Virgil’s Arrival
Always and Forever,
Your Son
