Legacy 021 -Minimum B, Millennium V-

When’s the last time I was even happiness adjacent since I don’t do happy? A 1000 years. Try what’s about to be Forty-Two. Damn, that woman at the Day Job for mentioning E-Day! A 1000 years… I can’t live my life “This Way.” “Minimum B, Millennium V.”

Wednesday, July 22, 2026

Legacy 021 -Minimum B, Millennium V-

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… The sin? I settle for the bare minimum, the “Bare Necessities” of life. And being a greedy S.O.B.

“And isn’t it ironic? Don’t you think?” (Does his best Ellis Boyd “Red” Redding Impression) Ironic? “Well, now let me see. You know, I don’t have any idea what that means.” And I dare to call myself a writer. Live vs Exist. Minimum and Millennium. Huh.

Braxton was anything but the bare minimum. He was/is my own “Personal Jesus” Echo.

I continue thinking about how I looked at his little brother yesterday. Virgil, “He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus. But he (barks) like a gentleman.” “When You Were Young”?

Doesn’t that make me the A-Hole, considering Virgil the bare minimum? And Braxton was the bare minimum considering the human race. Inspector, Humanity Effing sucks!

“Give me frogs! Flies! Locusts! Anything but you!”
The Mummy

“I hate people. Scared of them. Been scared of them practically my whole life. The people I loved… the people I trusted… have done their absolute worst to me. Society deserves to be hated for everything you said they did, and more. Fuck every last one of them for what we’ve all been through. But… there are some people out there. And it doesn’t happen a lot. It’s rare… but they refuse to let you hate them. In fact, they care about you in spite of it.”
eXit, Mr. Robot

Yet I want to be remembered for “A Thousand Years”

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

I wonder if Braxton and Virgil’s potential future stepmom would think of me as such?

Honestly, would she say she loved me for “A Thousand Years”? I’ll love you for a thousand more. “M Anime,” like my boys, is exceptional. Bare minimum, she is not.

“Right now she’s perfect, I don’t want to ruin that.”

“I could spend my whole life, Good Will Hunting.” Seriously, how much longer will existence be, Dear Echo? All I can promise M Anime at this particular moment is “When I wake up, well I know I’m gonna be. I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.”

Seriously, Inspector, that is not an effing life! And let’s take my piddly ass $2,500…

“(She’s) everything you want
(She’s) everything you need
(She’s) everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
She says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But (she) means nothing to you
And you don’t know why”
Everything You Want (1999)

And you know, she knows, you know, the damn world knows I care about her!

Hell, only my boys appear in more pictures than her. And yet it’s like I look at her, at Virgil, at myself, at everything like Stan looks at Joanna in Office Space. Hate? No Echo.

That would be my Old Man. He called me now about the yard guy quitting and a smell in my house, and now I feel like I want to puke my guts out all over the floor. E, it’s just.

I want to quit. A thousand years? Where is my “Secret Agent Man,” so I can have hope, “odds are he won’t live to see tomorrow”? Because today’s bare minimum is an energy drink (I prefer my funk), petting Virgil, texting M Anime, Kindle sample book… Minimum B, Millennium V

1998 Days Without B III, Day 1439 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

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