Of everything I told B III, did I ever say the words “don’t die?” He didn’t know any tricks, so he wouldn’t perform that one either. I don’t even listen to myself most days. And now I have a whole week of me, myself, and I. So, Don’t You B Dying
Sunday, July 10, 2022
Saga 009 ~ Don’t You B Dying~
To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, so don’t you be dying. It’s not that you haven’t seen the end before. But this week.
That’s right, you have a whole week, and already you’re starting off bad. It’s 5:10 AM, when you were supposed to get started at 4:00. As Braxton was dying at least… Was I about to say I was on time? How late was I? Hell! I didn’t sleep, but I was still spilling my guts out. Oh, don’t worry, we’ll get to that. Don’t worry? Can you focus, fucking work! That’s the important thing. The Day Job was killing me, and here you have time. “Time Enough At Last” to avoid such a fate; all you want to do is sleep and fucking jerk. What was it this morning now that it’s 6:00 AM? Another brunette, a British vixen? Because it’s not Six Impossible Things:
- I WILL BE Finishing The Title, All Dogs Are Good: Poems & Memories
Completed - I WILL BE Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
Failed - I WILL BE Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
Failed - I WILL BE Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
Failed (Day 003 No Fap) - I WILL BE Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
Failed - I WILL BE The Man My Son Thinks I Am
Failed
Don’t THEY say, find what you love and let it kill you? Every day but Sundays, for sure, you remember Braxton. It was his last day. You still don’t have the “balls to visit Banfield. You don’t have the guts to read that book “Blackout: A Thriller” by Erin Flanagan. Brings back the memory of “Stroke of Midnight.” I couldn’t continue with that at all. So write your own damn book. Again, it doesn’t look like you have the heart to continue with that. I know I didn’t Saturday, but we’ll get to that. Yeah, while you sit here propped up on pillows in the middle of the bed telling lies. “Endure and Survive.” Like holding Braxton saying he’ll live and other Six Impossible Things:
- I WILL BE Finishing Blackout: A Thriller (Possibly…)
- I WILL BE Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
- I WILL BE Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
- I WILL BE Keeping It In My Pants (Day 003 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
- I WILL BE Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
- I WILL BE The Man My Son Thinks I Am
Like I’m not dying, I’m not. Talk about dangerous words. When you’re committed to “such and such” a fate, you can feel a sense of euphoria. I know that yesterday, I was ready to rush to the doctor. Jigsaw said, “oh yes, there will be blood,” maybe cranberry juice. I’m hoping it was cranberry juice, and I haven’t seen any more signs of injury recently. Dying wasn’t in the cards when Triple B was here. Hell! I would have traded my life for his in a second, and I know you would do the same. But I didn’t want to die Saturday, and you shouldn’t play dead today. Lying on your back watching the angels sing, scream, and suck. Get up! Don’t You B Dying.
525 Days Without B III
BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will