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Chronicle 057 ~An Interesting Story B~

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I call myself a writer. Most days, I wear some bit of NaNoWriMo gear. What does it mean to be a writer? My confession of a crime from 208 days ago. Getting grilled by some guy for a car accident. My excuses and Day Job hate. “An Interesting Story B.”

Friday, August 27, 2021

Chronicle 057 ~An Interesting Story B~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and how did I accomplish such.

“A good question – for another time.” ― Maz Kanata

Why not now? Lady Sophia, I was about to say that I’m sick of stories. By today I should be finishing The Theta Timeline by Chris Dietzel. I don’t hate it. Sure I hate the fact that there are no more stories on the Great De-evolution. I hate the tale of my son being dead. There have only been two novels in my whole thirty-six years of life (remember that), I’ve stopped reading. The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins (I believe). There’s also the “classic” Lord of the Flies by William Golding. Yeah, there’s the Bible, but that’s a whole collection. Why am I mentioning books besides it’s Friday? Well, Wednesday, August 25, 2021, for real. A Time Traveler, that’s me. Why can’t time just stop?

Today’s been hard, and Braxton isn’t here to “Listen to my story.” Cherry’s pretty pissed. Yeah, I’m wasting time on Twitter instead of focusing on the Ninth. Yes, I’m going to the Ninth Circle of Hell, but I’m mean more of the day. Car accident and a fucked up phone call. Then there’s the fact of missing the 85% completion for price changes that a supervisor told me about. How about all the humiliations from the kiosk to other customers? I’m still trying to forget about that movie I saw, “Soulmates,” which makes me a real asshole. Nobody wants to listen to the other stories I want to discuss, or they’re on the news nightly. I did mention Chris Dietzel. Where is my time machine?

I would be a selfish prick, but can you blame me? How To Save A Life, I’d save B III. Sophia, you see what day we’re moving closer to. I’d become a Terminator: First Breath. I love my mom and feel a way about my father. Ha, I need only stop myself existing um yep. How often have I said I need to watch my mouth in case people take a sec or two? I’m not complaining like Cherry. Her writing has promise, like the girls on Onlyfans, have Yabbos. Story of my life, and you know I don’t even go back and read my own work. It’s why I’m constantly repeating myself. And when Braxton tried to tell me stories… An Interesting Story B.

208 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Chronicle 041 ~B Side Me Driving~

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Is there anything worse than being STUPID? I suppose being dead, but I know plenty of wise dead men. I sat beside one for 15 +years. But for his genius, he feared getting in the car. Hell, I’m 36 and will be 37 when again? B Side Me Driving

Wednesday, August 11, 2021

Chronicle 041 ~B Side Me Driving~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I’ve always debated whether I would ever drive again. Limos, have to come with drivers?

Now I’m not here to debate driverless cars. Dealing with one other driver was enough for me Monday. As I said, I’m not going to forget that ever. Which leads me to my first sin of what, today? I’ve had to commit several, which is why I’m talking on Tuesday. Driving is a necessary evil. I‘m not turning into Sheldon Cooper, considering I’ve been driving for decades… Jesus, what’s my age again? So my sin is not the fact that I could have hurt someone. I’m glad I didn’t, but I’ve cried more over B III than some old lady. My sin is the fact that I won’t get over my STUPIDITY. Reasons for Self-Harm 101 ahem, my father, Braxton, and everything I consider STUPID.

So the world is one gigantic torture chamber. I spoke about a lot of movies yesterday or today (Tuesday). I can’t watch any film that’s STUPIDITY for STUPIDITY’S sake. For the record, I wasn’t on my phone or anything when the collision happened. Blaming myself? I don’t even know if I should, though the lady seemed to think it was my fault. I didn’t claim guilt, but what I find fault in the fact that I still draw breath? The Day Job, the lady, the cop if dude decided to beat my black ass (dude didn’t). My Olds. Braxton’s Death. Inspector Echo, it’s all my fault, and I deserve to be punished. But like the song, “I said, he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus.”

Fuck me, I was a better driver with Braxton. I should have started a list of reasons I need him. I could sum that up in one word, LIFE. Save my Braxton, save the world. Speaking of yet another reason to like The Tomorrow War. By loving one beast, I could hate myself a little bit less. I’ve said it, as I hated the world and myself, that killed Braxton. Driving with him, seeing as he would never sit down, I had to slow down. I wasn’t rushing to get out of the way. While I wanted to get “home,” well, Braxton was my heart. Was I looking for a reason to finally face justice? I won’t ever be A-ok. But B Side Me Driving

192 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will