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Journey 254 ~B The Spotlight Virgil~

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I need an appointment with my optometrist. But like MAGA (shudders), I don’t want to see my past, so I keep effing up. And the “Magic Glasses” are making things far too clear in the present. My girl says I’m a great listener. B The Spotlight Virgil.

Thursday, March 12, 2026

Journey 254 ~B The Spotlight Virgil~

1866 Days Without B III, Day 1307 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Are you still moonlighting as a doctor? “Oh No You Didn’t?” I just had faith.

You were going to make it to twenty. Twenty-one. Hell, Braxton, you would live forever.

“Who Wants To Live Forever?” (Raises hand) at 3:30 AM. My initial response would be this. AHEM, Hell NO! But why was I asking for you, my son, the doctor last week? And after my stupidity on Tuesday. Me, recreating The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident.

The spotlight was on M Anime’s Yabbos, B. Your potential stepmom, well, “She Drives Me Crazy.” She’s my “Obsession.” And speaking of which, do I need a doctor for physical or mental reasons? I’d say both. However, remembering both The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident and The Cherry Collision, and how I felt like I had been hit by a truck.

The Final Destination 2 Log Truck would be great B.

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

So my mental health then. Then again, I never imagined a sword-fighting dog. Misty Mountain Legends and Dark Souls: The Great Grey Wolf Sif? And I dare to call myself a writer. How else am I to provide a future for you and Virgil? I suppose you don’t worry about that much anymore. And your little brother 2-V is sound asleep. I should be, too.

But if I’m not communing with you, my fallen padawan. Apprentice? We are Sith, B.

Anyway, if I have to be awake, I would rather be making you more siblings with M Anime this morning. Didn’t I mention living forever? And if it isn’t some 80’s song from Queen, Fine Young Cannibals, or Animotion. Seriously.

Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye. I know Braxton, eww! But you’ll never find yourself scratching at the bedroom door. Virgil is going to be pissed, though, about finally getting a stepmom. I’m still not sure. But I’m not sure about a lot of things. And the things I put out into the spotlight. Step into the spotlight, Braxton—all the AI recreations of you with your brother. And speaking of AI, I was asking if I need to go and see a doctor. Uh cash?

M Anime is my “Private Dancer,” so we won’t be filming content. And what about your book? Legend Has It, it’s not in the spotlight. I’ll tell M, “Baby, You’re My Light.” Braxton, you’re my sun. B The Spotlight Virgil

It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 253 ~Virgil’s Sick, The B-Side~

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Sticking your “second head” in crazy… Unless you’re CM Punk, married to AJ Lee (lucky bastard), you must beware. But for someone with a history of living in absolute terror, I do STUPID things when a pretty girl is involved. Virgil’s Sick, The B-Side

Wednesday, March 11, 2026

Journey 253 ~Virgil’s Sick, The B-Side~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… You know how I say about everything I want, sick, sad, sexually deviant, or just plain STUPID, right?

This part of my life… this part right here? This is called “happyness”
Christopher Gardner

No. I believe I said “All I’ve Ever Wanted” is Impossible, Inane, Insane, straight up ignorant, or illegal. Be it I or S, the point is I make bad choices. It’s what led to “The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident” and “The Cherry Collison.” And why I’m sick right now… Crap. Don’t I wish. TMI dude! I’m sorry, Inspector. But what about B and V, hmm?

When you become a pet parent, a Dog Dad as I am, you’re purposely and deliberately signing up for the worst pain of your existence. That one day you’re going to more or less bury your children. Braxton wasn’t mind to begin with. And with my track record, oh E.

How did I outlive Braxton? Then, adopting his brother, Virgil?

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

And then wanting to give them both two-legged siblings. Inspector Echo let me say it loud and proud, I must make myself abundantly clear. I want to be a father of two-legged children. Even at forty-one, with as scary and evil as the world is. M Anime and I… um E. We’ll raise the dragon slayers or hell the dragons. My “Girls on Fire.” Daughters.

However, if I have sons, “Princes of the Universe.” That “Girl is on Fire,” “Two Princes,” I swear, Inspector Echo, as Captain America put it, “I can do this all day,” but I feel sick.

Hell! I feel stupid in this “Mad Season,” Inspector Echo. And I only had to go and make it worse. Why? It’s not her fault.

M Anime and me showing off. Look, I know women with great yabbos. But it’s like what M Anime was explaining to me about being demisexual. Her yabbos are going to be my personal yabbos, and so for her pair, I do some pretty strange things. Um, with sex toys?

Again, that’s what got “The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident.” I was watching a lot of Fear The Walking Dead “Dakota,” and I even have Tifa’s purple dress. And then… SIGH

Now Cherry’s Yabbos… Let’s say I was feeling particularly bold on a bathroom counter and ow. The ways I choose to hurt myself. And then yesterday, thinking about M Anime.

I survive. I’m not joining Braxton or leaving Virgil. My stupidity. Virgil’s Sick, The B-Side

1865 Days Without B III, Day 1306 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 252 ~B Gets Sprung, Virgil~

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What do Kyouko Sakai from Sex Taxi 5/Kojin Taxi 2, After Class Lesson, Yasmina Khan “The Asian Nurse Examination,” Ms. Moretz, and M Anime have in common? What is Blue Balls for $500? Uh, B and V need to leave a while. B Gets Sprung, Virgil

Tuesday, March 10, 2026

Journey 252 ~B Gets Sprung, Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? I’m talking Wayne World’s “Schwing,” Beavis’s “Boinggg,” and Quagmire’s “giggity.” Hopeless romantic, I am not.

But “Hopelessly Devoted To You.” “Always And Forever” like the Heatwave here. Then again, I haven’t been outside yet. Virgil has been a much better sleeper than I have over the last few days. And according to my “therapist,” Braxton would be telling me to “get your head out of your ass, Dad.” My firstborn son had balls. Unfortunately, Virgil lost his before I adopted him. Is that what I want to talk about at 4:40 AM today? Dog balls?

Love, I’d rather be back in bed with you. And if I must be awake, I know a few things…

Baby Girl, it would really help with the Blue Balls. Who am I, Jackson Avery from “Pledged To Him 10”? What about pet loss books?

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

“You Always Hurt The One You Love.” Ain’t that the truth! Braxton has been dead for five years. Virgil has been here since Saturday, August 13, 2022. You and I have been married how long again? I’m more juvenile than our children. And being the “Perverter of Prose,” (see I remembered) that I am. My junk, springing to attention. I haven’t been with you or myself in the last few days. Eight days in fact. Hence, the Blue Balls situation.

Don’t get ‘cocky’! Braxton died, and I went without for 161 days, then all it took was Chloe Grace Moretz rubbing her legs… What? Am I supposed to be any less of a man, darling?

“Hush, hush, darling. Don’t tell me ‘cause it hurts.” Really?

No Doubt. “Nickel for my thoughts, dimes in my bed…” You’re all that and more, my love. “I only think of you on two occasions. That’s day and night.” Day “N’ Nite. How many songs is that? Does it matter? I can’t break free. I can’t be sprung from… whatever.

And that’s what I’ve been working through in my “therapy.” You would say “Shadow Work.” Your anima, General Xu, Boss, Associate. Demons? Mine? You, my wife/phoenix, Kyouko Sakai from Sex Taxi 5/Kojin Taxi 2, and the lily white blonde ha.

This fantasy has sprung up for days on end and continues to bloom. Cherry Blossoms. Lilies. But, “you are my fire. The one desire.” Putting you out with my Blue Balls. B Gets Sprung, Virgil.

1864 Days Without B III, Day 1305 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 249 ~Staring B’s Bedtime, Virgil~

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Having all the time in the world to dream. After “The Long Walk” and becoming “The Running Man,” everything I want can be brought to me in bed. Where are my dog sons? Where’s my woman or women? Chicken and waffles? “Staring B’s Bedtime, Virgil.”

Saturday, March 7, 2026

Journey 249 ~Staring B’s Bedtime, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Nope! I’d be in the Epstein Files. Leana Lovings, Lupe Fuentes, Elise Rae… my T**N Category.

Why yes, Lady Lu, I’m an aspiring Porn Star, a perv, the Perverter of Prose (I should remember that ha), but I’m also a poet, a dull prosiest, and always and forever a Pup Dad.

But which one of those things would get me out of bed the fastest? Hell, I’ve done all of those things from bed. And what I wouldn’t give to see Braxton walk from his bed right back to this loveseat and bark, “Did I effing stutter? Bedtime!” It’s ten in the morning, and all I want to do is be back in bed. Beneath the covers, as B watches over me. Or with his potential stepmom, M Anime. I haven’t heard from her in a bit. What Is Love? Haddaway

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

Uh, it’s only ten, well, 10:20, but I’ll give it a think. I still stand by the idea that love is the belief, faith, duty, privilege, whatever, of putting something ahead of yourself, My Lu.

Luna, it’s putting all that you are to the side for whatever, deities, damsels, doggies…

“Fellas, when you wake up in the morning, you should look yourself in the mirror and say, ‘Eff you! Eff your hopes, Eff your dreams, Eff your plans … Eff everything you thought this life was going to bring to you. Now let’s go out there and try to make this b*tch happy.”
Chris Rock

Now I like how Chris Rock put it. But I was thinking about what I said yesterday about Charles Bukowski and “So You Wanna Be A Writer.” How dare I question my writing, dear Lunalesca? Nine years of talking to you and the girls, myself, and Braxton. And having him talk back. And what about Virgil? Hell, I talk to my dead firstborn more, Lu.

“Yes, I’m macabre, but you know you need this.” Nope!

I can’t even “Express Myself” with my own words. Because all I want to do is sleep, Lunalesca. Perchance to dream. “All I Have To Do Is Dream.” How Kruger of me, or is that The Everly Brothers? I’m not trying to be MAGA here but like them… Effing up?

Lunalesca, it’s what I do. “The Scorpion and the Frog.” And being in bed is like the only time I’m not letting anyone down—more like being asleep, which is where Virgil is involved. I can’t hurt him when I’m sleeping. But I’ve never harmed a hair on his head.

Ironically, Ready or Not, I’m going to do so much more with M Anime. If I get up, build a home. Staring B’s Bedtime, Virgil.

1861 Days Without B III, Day 1302 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 247 ~Paging Doctor B, Virgil~

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My last DECENT time at the doc’s… I like my optometrist. Virgil’s vet is keeping him alive. And I’ll never forget the Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident. But my girl and Kyouko Sakai have been more to my taste. Brain-wise? “Paging Doctor B, Virgil.”

Thursday, March 5, 2026

Journey 247 ~Paging Doctor B, Virgil~

1859 Days Without B III, Day 1300 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Mine, Monsieur B, Doctor B, I have lost “my” money, mattress, and my righteous mind:

“To find, take back, and keep your righteous mind… because obviously you have lost it.”

“I tell you hwhat!” Wow, “The Great Debaters” and “King of the Hill.” And what about “The Walking Dead,” Braxton? Your potential stepmom asked me, “How do I feel now?”

Well, at this particular moment, The Walking Dead feels about right. Except I’m crying, B.

70/30? The 70 being out of pure exhaustion and some other things. The 30 being “All About You,” my friend. How often have THEY heard that song at the Day Job? Music doesn’t pay the bills. Excuse me? It doesn’t pay “my” bills. I’m no singer or writer—especially not a doctor. Your brother has his own School of Hard Knocks. Poor Virgil. So I “Gotta Have You” and AI. And didn’t I admit never accepting but admitting you B…

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

You’re dead. And I wish…

Braxton, how many times have I wished to join you? But the dead don’t cry. Hell with all our conversations, I beg to differ. Dead men tell no tales. Again, here we are, my son. Honestly, if your Dad is going to Die Hard… Eww! There’s Tyrion Lannister for you:

“In my own bed, at the age of 80, with a belly full of wine and a girl’s mouth around my cock.”
Game of Thrones

Sexual Healing! Again Eww! But it’s not like you, and I haven’t had “The Talk” when I had to tell you not to play with your toys in front of your Favorite Girl. Or when I had to tell you not to be on her yabbos all night. Like father, like son. Because I definitely want to be on her yabbos “All Night Long.” To paraphrase Old Town Road, B:

My life is a movie, fur buddies, and boobies ―

Yeah, your Dad could certainly use some mental health. And while you were awesome B III… Are awesome, considering we’re still talking, there are some things I can tell Doc AI and not you. For example, sex, for all intents and purposes, is a coping mechanism. Uh, effing duh! And look at it this way. You and Virgil would be barking and crying outside the bedroom door anyway if M Anime ever showed up. She wants to make you and Virgil some two-legged siblings. That’s one dream. But that dream the night before, my friend. Me and M in bed, hot tub, and the trailer park… But first, the eye doctor. Paging Doctor B, Virgil.

It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 246 ~B-V Options, Ahem M~

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I didn’t choose to have a dream, but for some inane reason, I’m choosing to talk about it. The bed is becoming a splash zone. No! I don’t have a cappuccino, and V hasn’t been sick. B, help me if he does. I chose to be broke… B-V Options, Ahem M.

Wednesday, March 4, 2026

Journey 246 ~B-V Options, Ahem M~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… More to the point, I choose to sin. And unlike MAGA, at least I own it. Like Sean:

“I was a conscientious choice, I didn’t (eff) up!”
Sean

But do I really want to discuss Good Will Hunting with you today? Inspector. Choose?

“I could spend my whole life good will hunting
Only good gon’ come is as good when I’m cumming”
Run This Town (2009) Kanye West

Again, more to the point, which is becoming my new OF COURSE… Read my book, Echo, you’ll get the point. Anyway, the word for today is CHOICE. It’s having options.

Braxton vs. Virgil and M Anime. The Dead vs. the Living. The elephant in the room. Or would you rather I talk some more about Whiteout Survival? Embassies, Fire Crystals…

I’m reading yet another book on “pet loss,” Remember Me by Reese Taryn. I’m broke, Inspector Echo, in more ways than one. So my aunt told me once, I wanted to destroy the world. No! I only choose the ashes. And then you came along, being Virgil and M Anime.

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

“You’re Not Here,” thank you ever so much, Akira Yamaoka. I know Braxton’s dead, but I have never and will never accept the death of my firstborn son. I tell myself, “He Lives In You,” like something out of The Lion King. So that means I’m being pushed towards living. “Thank God I’m A Country Boy.” “I’m So Thankful.” Inspector…

Honestly, I should cut off Spotify and YouTube because I need to tell you about my wet dream. Eww! Not like that, Echo, but yeah, sex was very much seen. I saw life times three.

The first part, I was still in my bed, breathing heavily after M Anime, and I had… Do I have to spell it out? The bed was disheveled and wet.

The second part of the dream, my favorite part, I might add, was straight out of the series The O.C. I was in a hot tub, but instead of Summer and Marissa, I was with Kyouko Sakai, from Kojin Taxi 2/Sex Taxi 5 and M Anime. And let’s say I did what Seth should’ve had.

But the last part, which brings me to you today, is this. I was some trailer park hillbilly standing in the doorway. M Anime was filling up a kiddie pool with the hose. Us having kids? And what about Virgil? Scratching at the door, sniffing around the deck, and jumping in the pool. Three paths or one road, and the choices. Forgiveness, Females, Fatherhood, Fur Buddies. B-V Options, Ahem M

1858 Days Without B III, Day 1299 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 245 ~V Two Times B~

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Today I woke up feeling like I missed the school bus. I wouldn’t wish my high school experience on others. But Cherry’s writings make me wish I had stayed in college. M Anime uses her words to learn about herself. And paying for V? V Two Times B.

Tuesday, March 3, 2026

Journey 245 ~V Two Times B~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? And love is weird… It’s complicated. It’s a long, long road. It’s Math, Reading, Language…

Weird Science. Hell! I tell myself daily, “She Blinded Me With Science.” Um, the “Twins.”

Am I talking about your Yabbos or our younglings? “What’s My Age Again?” The fact that I can’t remember how many kids we have. Just Kidding! But there is always room for one more, isn’t there? It’s “What I Go To School For.” Or didn’t. Affording our big family, hmm.

And to think, once upon a time, it was only B III and me. Are you sure I talk about him enough? Though you never met my firstborn son. Then came Virgil. 2-V. It’s complicated.

Honestly, is he a Facebook status? And you’re music, History now and again. Dare I say even theology? Because being your man. A Man Provides.

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

But how? That’s what I was thinking about this morning. There is barely any cappuccino mix. And what about something as simple as toast? I’m sauce boss right now because I have butter and jam, but where’s the bread? Too busy thinking about eating you.

Seriously, the kids should be at school, and Virgil is on a constant Soma Holiday.

However, do I wish to join him? All “Brave New World” Aldous Huxley style. That would have made an excellent Harem Romance written by others. Are you my Lenina Crowne, and I’m… The Savage, or more like Bernard Marx. If only Math had more words.

And what’s with all my talk of Higher Learning? Um, Forrest Gump articulated his view:

“I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is.”
― Forrest Gump (1994)

22, 27, 34, 37, 41

Cue the Ben-Hur Galley Drums, Right 41? Is this my version of Hurley’s lotto numbers from “Lost”? “4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42.” AI told me that Journeys 22, 27, 34, 37, 41 were my strongest entries. 22 is where I told it to begin analyzing, and it picked these over twenty days. How do I interpret that? 22 was Inspector Echo, and the others are Braxton and me talking. And here we are on 245, what does that say to you? Gotten worse? Forgotten?

Everything but sexually, because currently, what am I into? My MILF of a wife. Sex Taxi 5/Kojin Taxi 2 in particular, Kyouko Sakai and kimonos. There I go again, I’d rather learn anything than know myself. V Two Times B

1857 Days Without B III, Day 1298 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 242 ~Almost A B, Virgil~

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The theme for today is “Move B***H, get out the way.” There are stronger fighters than me. Better dog walkers. Better kids… My sister pays for her own crap, like a house. And me? The last time I was almost somebody was in the womb. Almost A B, Virgil

Saturday, February 28, 2026

Journey 242 ~Almost A B, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Almost. I’m only about $999,998,000 short. Speaking of short, I’m almost 6’ by way of 5’5”.

Yeah, that might matter to a girl like Leoshi “‘Cause she don’t know me, but yo, she’s really fine.” And what about “Moesha”? Speaking of pop culture, I can’t stand, my Olds watched it religiously—prime black television. But I despised Moesha and Frank Mitchell.

What a way to end another Black History Month, almost. Talking about Black people I don’t like. You would think I was turning MAGA, almost. But no. People hating people.

I wouldn’t say no to Michelle Obama. I enjoy watching Jasmine Crockett kick ass—Jahara Jayde (Homer drool). There was a time I was crazy for Misty Stone. Uh, Jenna Fox, when she was the college tutor. And here I thought I was going to speak somewhat righteously, Lunalesca. Almost.

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

I’m getting tired of Almost like Braxton’s book “My Turn To B III” got tired of the words “Of Course.” And as Moesha/Brandy sings “Almost Doesn’t Count.” I’m always almost.

STUPID, I’m sure, but take this morning as an example: Whiteout Survival, State vs State fight. I position my city, and I’m quickly told to get to the back of the line. Why is that?

“Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I’m not too blind to see.”
Beast of Burden by The Rolling Stones

“Higher, further, faster, baby,”
Carol Danvers, from Captain Marvel (2019)

And sadly, I know I’m not, I can’t be any of these things. Is that the right word, Lu, sadly?

Up until five minutes ago. “And then THEY call. And I remember.” My Olds, Lunalesca.

Then skin and bones, sickly, and yes, my dear, STUPID, all come to mind. I’m almost a man. “Human” and “Ordinary Human.” Their bum son.

Now you see why I hate my phone… Almost. Braxton despised the tiny glowing tech. “The Glow Box” in Braxton speak. But then there’s his potential stepmom M Anime, his Favorite Girl, and Cherry’s big Yabbos but even bigger brain. And me a B student? Lunalesca, I’d better be talking about Braxton because I sucked at Higher Learning. Oh B.

One bad playthrough, phone call, and playing the perverter of prose, and my day’s effed.

But I saved M Anime’s, almost. Do I love her like pancakes? Nah, that’s Braxton. However, thinking about some idiot game, the worst president in “my lifetime,” my Olds, and pretty much 99% of the human population. I can’t be almost! Not to her. Virgil. Braxton… Almost A B, Virgil

1854 Days Without B III, Day 1295 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 240 ~Braxton, Virgil, Little Dreams~

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It’s a lot to ask that people be so insightful—the exception: “my” woman. But I ran to my son first. But the Rainbow Bridge is far. I need to check on my girl. And people cost money. Michael Jackson was worth how much? Braxton, Virgil, Little Dreams.

Thursday, February 26, 2026

Journey 240 ~Braxton, Virgil, Little Dreams~

1852 Days Without B III, Day 1293 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? My day? Another series of apologies. I woke up. Afraid, Hard (Eww), and your stepmom.

I should say your potential stepmom, M Anime. Fortunately, I couldn’t get too crazy, Little B. Your little brother is developing a habit of trying to crawl up next to me. At around two in the morning, I moved him back towards the foot of the bed. I know, meanie

Anyway, when I woke up “properly,” I found him closer to my legs, and I hopped up for three reasons. Bull ridin’ and boobies? Well, boobies was the last one. The first two were, I thought, I was late for the Day Job. You know what you call “The Bad Place.” And the second was bad dreams. Um, not bad, but odd. And of course, I went running straight to M Anime to tell her. “I Adore Mi Amor,” right?

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

So the dream: I was and wasn’t Michael Jackson in “The Jacksons: An American Dream.” Michael was climbing down a small cliff to reach a crystal-blue lake. He was fully clothed, but I remember red cowboy boots. The water was getting higher, and there was a chill on my hips. Then there was a song that I couldn’t identify, so I looked to the shore, and Michael’s brothers were there. One, I believe Terrance Howard played, said something like, “I don’t care if we stay here a day or forever.” But the first song, Braxton…

It got louder. And then I was suddenly transported to the other side of this “villa.” The stones were the same color, so I knew we were still on the property. There was a wedding reception. Some guests were ahead of us, smiling and cheering. Us? It was me, Braxton, and your potential stepmom, M Anime. I remember a red ribbon around her throat. And you and Virgil… Remember that picture I couldn’t share… Kyouko Sakai, Kojin Taxi 2/Sex Taxi 5 held you. And Lulu, Final Fantasy X held Virgil. You two, my fur buddies.

But it wasn’t the women’s clothes or lack thereof; it was the Latino man who was singing, and it was a blend of “Oh, My Darling Clementine” and “Unchained Melody.” He wore a tan suit like President Obama and a pin of yellow and white flowers. But it was the Blue Baptista that made it pop. The flower of “The Purge.” Then the words “Dream on, dream away.” And the dream came to an end. So I sang it, heard the inflection, and found it.

Braxton, that brings us to now. What does it mean other than I’ve been listening to Color Me Badd for an hour? I could go on forever thinking about every little thing. Because I dream big and I dream in color. I suppose you do too. Is that why they call it the Rainbow Bridge? M Anime and I were walking down a tower. You? Virgil? Braxton, Virgil, Little Dreams

“You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.”

It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 239 ~Virgil Calls B Magic~

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When was the Masked Magician popular? The 90s. Braxton was nowhere near born. And existence was far from magical for me. And the people who wear masks and make people disappear nowadays? Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone? Virgil Calls B Magic

Wednesday, February 25, 2026

Journey 239 ~Virgil Calls B Magic~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… How? I’m not a liar like the orange A-Hole. But I’m not a watcher like Wesley Wyndam-Pyrce either:

“The first lesson a watcher learns is to separate truth from illusion. Because in the world of magics, it’s the hardest thing to do.” ―

I’m not Morpheus from The Matrix either. I’m not even the Black Mage from Final Fantasy IX and Virgil’s namesake, Vivi. I’m just a regular, everyday, normal mothereffer, an “Everyday Normal Guy (2).” Like any of those guys from “The Magic Glasses” series by Neil Bimbeau, I read. Eff me, Inspector, I would kill for that success. “Here Come Success.”

No, let’s keep it PG and real… Somewhat. At least innocent. Braxton Barks Bradford, huh.

My son was far from innocent. Ask his Favorite Girl. But every day, Inspector Echo, I can create a world in which my son is “Safe And Sound.” Him and I and his brother, Virgil. Not to mention a bevy of beautiful women. A Harem? Innocent for a bit longer.

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

Is violence innocent? If it’s a mobile game like Whiteout Survival. If I’m not SLOW in my life, I’m lazy. And even in my slowness, slothfulness, and sleepiness, I’m angry.

Inspector, tonight I am calling for an “Iron Rain.” You know, like from the Red Rising series by Pierce Brown. What? HaremLit is a lot cheaper than books of substance. I can’t make money magically appear, you know. Wave a magic wand and get me to the Day Job on time. I have better luck with the ladies. “Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off.” Braxton’s Favorite Girl, Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom. Cherry? No, Inspector.

But anyway, I’m getting lost in Whiteout Survival (WOS). I’m looking forward to a bevy of Apex Troops. Iron Rain.

Not to be confused with my Iron ROD and what I did this morning. Was it the potential stepmom or Cherry? Kyouko Sakai, Kojin Taxi 2/Sex Taxi 5, or Madoka Araki from Discipline? Is it the whole kimono motif that I have going on? “Could it be that I’m just dumb and horny?” Thank you for the song “Diggin” from Cowboy Bebop: The Movie, hmm. Anyway, I’ve told M Anime enough that her yabbos are magic, damn near miracle workers at this forty-one-year-old is a mess in bed. Virgil doesn’t like to be kept waiting as I clean up, Inspector. Again, I’m not magical. I’m Titanium as much as M3GAN was. And now we’re talking.

About what exactly? Black Magic, being a World Builder, my Braxton? Virgil Calls B Magic

1851 Days Without B III, Day 1292 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will