My little boy B was everything. My baby asleep on my chest as I read. The bravery I needed. The quiet brain when mine was loud. Not a dog, my boy, my son, and his brother tries. But I didn’t meet Virgil; I dragged him with me. “B’s In Barks, Virgil.”
Thursday, October 8, 2026
Legacy 099 -B’s In Barks, Virgil-
2076 Days Without B III, Day 1517 of Virgil’s Arrival
Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Good day? Mine? Boring, Ballsy… Eww! Day one yet again. But once again, bedridden, B.
Virgil is sitting to the right of where you used to sit. My “Lazy Ass” couldn’t even make it to the Den. Well, to eat anyway. The last thing your Dad needs is Burning Lava sauce in his eyes, AGAIN! Burning Lava, bug spray, but if anything, I want to stay in this bed B
And Virgil? He’s who I’ve been thinking about as his birthday approaches. His place, B.
You know how your brother ‘earned’ his name. Virgil guided Dante through Hell. The keyword Braxton, “guided.” That’s the thing. I don’t want to leave, not for a second. I’m Resident Evil, “You go! I’m gonna stay here for a while. I’m kinda enjoying myself.”
“Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away.
Just one more peaceful day.”
It’s Been Awhile, Staind
I wish I could have said that all those years ago as you lay dying. “Resident Evil: Retribution.” That came out of nowhere, B. But it holds a place. It all holds a place, B.
Only is my place swimming in vagina… For some reason, I figured I’d have a lot more fun. Hell is so many things, my son. Not like you would know anything about that, B III.
I condemned Virgil to this Hell, not you… Your ashes in a box say otherwise. But yeah, something hot; like women. Not the ones at the Day Job, mind you. Your Dad isn’t a victim; I’m a villain because of what I looked up this morning. Bark it, Braxton… Eww!
- Tifa Lockhart
- Ellone
- Amicia de Rune
- Pocahontas
- Ms. Rachel
Suggested by The Magic Glasses/MIMA: Bayonetta
Very, very bad boy. Not you or your brother, but me. The Unfinished Archive is a story meant for neither of you. And yet you and your brother, and your future potential stepmom, always appear. You were always one for books, or rather, sleeping as I read away B. “Valiant, Vulnerable, Very Beautiful.” I’d say more fuckable, but beautiful works too. And it’s not like the guys were cowards, traveling to Hell, witches, the devil’s playground, other worlds. I could continue. But B is for bedtime, which I have sorely been lacking. Why? Some chick’s vagina. Your brother has to eat. Violence against myself, but too cowardly to do it right. Robert Frobisher “Cloud Atlas…” Nope. B’s In Barks, Virgil
It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)
Always and Forever,
Your Dad
