Every day I have to bet that nothing will happen. The car will stay on the road, I won’t get sick enough not to work, and my son V will stay with me during The Long Walk. I felt a stone in my gut when V stumbled. The Lottery. LOTTO Braxton And Virgil
Wednesday, June 24, 2026
Journey 358 ~LOTTO Braxton And Virgil~
Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… Braxton didn’t want to eat during his Final Days. And yesterday I left Virgil with treats and prayers…
I’m not MAGA, Inspector Echo. I care about children. Especially my boys, B III and 2-V, my future stepchildren, M Anime’s kitties. And all the two-leggeds she wants to have.
Yet when I cashed in my “Thoughts and Prayers,” it was to Publishers Clearing House.
Long ago, long ago, long ago. I remember sitting right effing here, clicking away at PCH and reading a book. And one day, Inspector, they said the winner was right here in my state. Oh, that day, I showered, shaved, and prepared to sever all ties with the Day Job.
That afternoon, I watched them driving all over as B and my “prayers” would work.
Nope! Some lady won, and that was that. From PCH to the dog track, Inspector.
“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000
Only I bet on the horses. What? I have two Chihuahua sons. And even if I won the lottery or something, I wouldn’t buy a horse… Well maybe. Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom, M Anime, wants to be a farm girl, so I imagine horses would come with the package.
B knows I wouldn’t mind living this life, “Ryan and His Beauties,” A two-book HaremLit.
And how many Pop Culture References will I make today? Yesterday, there was Pontypool. Now I’m thinking of Ryan and his Beauties (four women, two best friends, and a mother-daughter). “Backyard Dungeon” (How many wives did Eddie have?) and Fallout.
Vault 69, to be specific. And no, I’m not being my usual pervy self. I was listening to its explanation.
“What Happened to Vault 69 in Fallout?” Long story short, 999 women and one man.
Talk about “Rocket 69.” Has that seventy-two virgins feel. I’m not a Muslim either. Again, I’m not one for prayer… Not since Braxton. Hell, yesterday I was walking on these shoe shelves at the Day Job, and I said eff it! If I fell and died, so what? I get to see B. No Fear.
Not like this morning, while I was walking Virgil and he was stepping funny, Inspector.
Had he been hurt… I’ve got no money. Remember that $20 I had. Virgil’s dinner.
Inspector, I’m still $10 in the hole. I’m digging my grave, and I feel like I’m in Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery”. LOTTO Braxton And Virgil
1970 Days Without B III, Day 1411 of Virgil’s Arrival
B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will
