Monday, July 6, 2026

Legacy 005 -B’s Botany, V’s Virology-

Hey Dad,
It’s me, Baby B. Did you have a good day? Funny. Comedy barks in threes, doesn’t it, Dad? Sadness, Time-out, and the FEAR.

Science. The chemical, the concoction, and the correction that trigger happy to sad. I know

Dad, in my fifteen-plus years with you… When I walked with you, I mean. You were never happy. You were anything but happy. “I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad.” “Lift me up. Hold me down. Keep me close. Safe and sound.” But happy? Not so much. Effing never. LANGUAGE! I know, Daddy, I know. But want to hear something worse?

According to you at “The Bad Place,” it was my last breath, your first cry in this life, and the knock at the door to let Grandpa in. Won’t Virgil and my potential future stepmom be “happy” Once the third worst sound was her last noise on “The Glow Box”

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

I wanted to say that I didn’t want tears, Dad. But what else would there be? I still remember what you were protecting me from. Boiling blood, Daddy. Your RAGE.

Ironically, that led to a whole new set of chemicals, chaos, and crowding Heaven, right?

The Rainbow Bridge… You can’t put me in time-out anymore, can you, Daddy? And eww!

But how else are you expected to give me and Virgil, our siblings, to protect? But what was it, Dad? 161 days. You didn’t ‘Swear to Jesus’ or anything, but you became a monk, Dad.

Again, isn’t it “Ironic,” don’t you think, that you protected me from such? Rugrats, reincarnation… And I am most thankful that you didn’t join me. Following you into Hell, Dad

Virgil guided Dante through Hell. Did you ever read that story to me? Kindle Archives…

What about The Unfinished Archive you’ve been writing? The sweat you put into that every single day. I don’t like how tired it makes you. But how often would I lie here beside you as you typed on the Glow Box, “And remember, we’d brag on how rich we would be.” But sweat out of work beats the FEAR that you have been feeling, father.

Energy drinks too. I can’t say I like those either, but Bloom, ‘Bum’ Arih… I guess M Anime has to be good for something. What Dad, I can’t bark her name. She’s not my stepmom…

Yet… Love’s a Chemical. Growing… Infectious… B’s Botany, V’s Virology

“Love is a chemical, nature is radical,
Never is spiritual, it’s never medical…”
― Chemical

“Amor vincit omnia, et nos cedamus amori.”
“Love conquers all things, so we too shall yield to love.”
The Aeneid

1982 Days Without B III, Day 1423 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son