A man at a gas station asked me for $0.75. I had $0.70. This is after he saw I screwed up my ATM card twice. And before that, I was humiliated at my Day Job. Not fired, only named, blamed, and shamed. How many years of schooling? B’s Don’t Become V’s
Saturday, October 3, 2026
Legacy 094 -B’s Don’t Become V’s-
Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Trillionaire right now… So, I can be there for my girl, buy the Day Job, and resurrect my son.
And while I’m at it, I could take care of his little brother, my V. I have nothing against V
But my stock is dropping fast, Lunalesca. My dollars, my dogs/boys, and my damsel too.
So what do I want right now, hmm… From a trillion to wanting to have the strength to get my ass up and spend fifteen bucks on a movie. And have a frost Bloom, Lunalesca.
Must it always fall back to money? I guess I’ll have to fill you in on the Day Job, but let’s count up the humiliations galore at the convenience store first, my dear Lady Lunalesca.
1: I didn’t know how to use my card at the food truck
2: An inferior Icee
3: Seventy-five cents
“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000
None of these things would have been necessary if I made better grades in school. I never believed I would live this long. “(Forty-two) stoney gray steps towards the grave. You know the box awaits…” Oh, I couldn’t be all “The future’s so bright I gotta wear shades” type of a guy. Hell, that’s everyone these days. But why not yesterday morning I am so…
In need of a thesaurus. But okay, long story short, ahem: Yesterday I was assigned visual, but instead they had me working “truck unload,” so that’s what I did. Nearly three hundred boxes, and then the ASM “J” and bosses “C” and “S” were all over me. And not in the Unfinished Archive Harem sort of way. The Humiliation begins.
Not that I’m remotely interested in any of them. I tell Braxton and Virgil’s Potential Future Stepmom all the time that there’s a reason blowjobs turn me on. Seriously, Luna.
Between getting yelled at, talked about, laughed at, dismissed, and then trying to be a good boyfriend on top of it all. Once again, there are grades, there’s growing up, and there’s green. All of those things, Lunalesca, that’s “What Makes A Good Man.” Honestly.
And G comes before F. But here I am, a forty-two-year-old boy skipping all the way to V as if Virgil was supposed to save me. Virgil didn’t save Dante; he was his guide, Lunalesca. Nothing more. Losing B, I lost everything. Hell’s eternal and deep B’s Don’t Become V’s
2071 Days Without B III, Day 1512 of Virgil’s Arrival
B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
Will
