Someone asked me… well, an AI asked me how I would like to wake up in the morning. I think it’s a toss-up between my son stepping on my head or, as Tyrion put it, a girl’s mouth wrapped around my… Anyway, reasons to get out of bed? “Rise To B Better”
Sunday, May 15, 2022
Chronicle 318 ~Rise To B Better~
To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now. Oops! The only way I could be better is with what, a trillion. But your lazy ass…
I shouldn’t be mean, but you’re thinking it too? The answer is “B.” The question, why do you rise? For me, all last week, it was this. B III wouldn’t forgive me ever. For you, it’s the fact that you’re not wearing any underwear, but we’ll get to that. Do you see what time it is? The beginnings of a brand new week, and the first thing to rise, besides “that,” is pain. I’ve said before I need to write down every reason I miss Braxton. When it’s not fear of the Day Job, pain, or your dick, it was Braxton. What better reason is there to rise. As the song goes, “I believe that love is the answer” Because with these Six Impossible Things:
- I WILL BE Finishing Pet Loss Poems: To Heal Your Heart and Soul
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 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
Completed (Day 008 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
Every day, I fail to rise to the occasion. Even when it comes to books. Though I continue to score that one thing. I remember THEY used to say on tests, if you don’t know, then mark C. No, the correct answer is B, yet Braxton is another test I failed, and you’ll remember. I rose to help him when he was dying. Oh, and here come the tears rising to my eyes now. Hell, I didn’t have to bother with rising at all. I could never sleep when Braxton was like that. A lie. If I hadn’t been enraged at the Day Job that Wednesday. And fighting for any bit of sleep to survive that Thursday. But B was at the vet Friday, and he was dead that Sunday.
- I WILL BE Finishing Repairing the Heartbreak of Pet Loss Grief, C. Jeffrey
- 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 008 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
Thinking of raising my son Braxton to Heaven or wherever. I forget Six Impossible Things. So why should you rise when I’ve condemned you to failure, Easy Like Sunday Morning? It’s right there in with #6. Be the man your son thinks you are. In a way, B was lucky. Dammit, that’s a sick thing to say, but you remember, you know the man he was/is, and you couldn’t ask for better. And this week, or at least this moment, you are worse. You are. A pair of breasts, your balls, staying awake in bed the whole day. What will you do now? Write books, make bucks, and become better. But the man in the mirror? Rise To B Better.
469 Days Without B III
BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will