Thursday, September 3, 2026
Legacy 064 -Braxton, Virgil, No Ragers-
2041 Days Without B III, Day 1482 of Virgil’s Arrival
Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Good Day? Mine? The 2nd was horrific. I hate today. The 6th Fucked. Emergence Day
T-Minus four days. What’s the plan? Let’s start with the simple facts, Braxton. Ok, money
Not enough for anything. As a matter of fact, do you remember that twenty dollars?
Effing Day Job! And no, I’m not ready to talk about why I hate Kermit so much. B III. Me?
Oh, you know I’m going to talk about how much I hate myself today. But the twenty I’ll have to put up as the Glow Box people rob me yet again. With enough left for a cup of popcorn chicken and a can of Bloom. Are Big Macs still $8.00? So what’s with my RAGE?
You and your brother are good people, and you ain’t even people. I wish I weren’t. I hate forty-two, B.
“Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away.
Just one more peaceful day.”
It’s Been Awhile, Staind
But that’s Monday’s problem, right? And I’ve already forgotten how bad this Friday is going to be. Again, I built up one word in my head: “Disgusting,” and Fucking panicked.
And today, that word, or these words, are the panic: “Birthday” and “Emergence Day,” B.
So please allow me… AHEM! I wish I were never born. I hate the fact that I wake up every single morning. I hate the fact that I killed the one who loved me the most. That is you, B.
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And my Olds? I hate that I’m not the son they wish they had. A nearly 42-year-old bum, I know. And the ones I do love- Braxton, your little brother Virgil, M Anime- think I hate them so much, B.
Like porno, if I stay listing off everything that I hate about myself, you could pretty much call me Captain America. “I can do this all day.” Rage, rage against the dying of the light
What light B III? In your eyes? I handled that one. No cake this year. And with M, I try.
Virgil is whiter than white, but “The 3-3-3 rule” has never worked. Three days, three weeks, three months. He’s been here four years, and he’s still scared to death, Braxton.
Today, I’m scared of the Day Job, the lack of dollars, my wayward dick, etc. And also eww, right. The Rage Virus? There’s no party here but the ANXIETY. Horny as Hell, eww. Hateful. RAGEFUL. Older. Braxton, Virgil, No Ragers
It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)
Always and Forever,
Your Dad
