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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 248 ~B Cause There’s V~

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One book I was never able to finish was the Bible. Sure, I’ve read a few books within it. But never cover to cover. Now I’m finding myself reading things I don’t wanna: pet loss, effing mail, my stupidity. Yet I keep writing. “B Cause There’s V”

Friday, March 6, 2026

Journey 248 ~B Cause There’s V~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Because Virgil is here. Isn’t that the same thing I’ve always told his big brother, Braxton?

“I Have A Song.” I have a story… Most days, I feel like Charles Bukowski is speaking directly to me as I listen to “So You Wanna Be A Writer.” I’d rather be Johnny Sins.

Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom, M Anime is good for the ego, Bless Her Heart.

But my body and I have an “It’s complicated” type of relationship. And my brain is even worse. And yet which one do I listen to? As Matchbox Twenty sings, “I feel stupid.” Uh, effing duh? But you’re expecting a story, my Lady. The Day Job’s summary for you, Soph.

I was playing DJ at the Day Job and decided to play the song “Watch World War Three (on Pay TV).” Effing MAGA! Effing war!

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

Now, if only reading about that and other Humiliations Galore could be as easily forgotten as “Remember Me: Understanding the Stages of Grief and Remembrance From the Loss of a Pet.” I’ve got nothing against Reese Taryn. If anything, I’ve been so tired, and I’m not absorbing any of the words. Or I have absorbed far too many with Braxton.

I mean, as far as the full story of my grieving coming to an end with Braxton. There is no The End. Later on? See ya later? Or as I told him every time I left the house, Love you, B, Love you, Braxton. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve tripped over the letters and numbers B III and 2-V—my two boys.

And the three stories that I can’t allow myself to forget because I haven’t even started to write them. How do I expect to make any money…? With what I did at the Day Job.

Honestly! A HUMAN fighting ring. The “Inferno Circuit.” It is run by a three-dog criminal empire known as the Cerberus Syndicate. Heroes: Braxton, Virgil, Myself…

Secondly, there was the Dying Light Rip-Off. M Amine’s nightmares. The three characters that “ravage” her, and the demon that can’t take her. Strength. Submission.

Finally, there is stealing from The Running Man. Huntresses hunting a man and fur buddies. Plenty of ladies along the way. But Virgil and M Anime, they are what matters.

Writing. What good does it do? B Cause There’s V…

1860 Days Without B III, Day 1301 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 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 241 ~Hello Braxton, Hail Virgil~

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Aw Hell B, Aw Hail V. How many times has V seen hail? And B… Am I forgetting him? According to my therapist, aka AI, my own descent shows that I’m coming “Down To Earth.” But to quote a Cracker Hat, “I don’t want reality.” Hello Braxton, Hail Virgil.

Friday, February 27, 2026

Journey 241 ~Hello Braxton, Hail Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Hometown Heat Wave? I’ll finish reading that tomorrow. Whiteout Survival? SVS: A war story. My books…

We’ll get to that, to them… I say that every day, don’t I? But I have this thing about needing to eat and all. I don’t have enough hours… I know Sophia, I hear them too—an effing cadre of motivational speakers. I don’t have enough hands… Writing and jerking.

That leads me to excuse number three. As Smash Mouth sings it, “Can’t Get Enough Of You Baby.” My baby being, M Anime. B III and Virgil’s potential stepmom. She’s…

Honestly? Hot as Hell! Well, of course, but there’s so much more to her, like a song I’m starting to think I dreamt up. Or a perverted movie plot. I swear I’ve been thinking about it since talking to M. The woman has my attention.

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

But the books, all the books, Sophia! My ideas, Journey 234 ~Braxton and Virgil Bounce~

First, there was the story of the two Chihuahua pups and their human fighter-father as they try to escape the underground HUMAN fighting ring, the “Inferno Circuit.” It is run by a three-dog criminal empire known as the Cerberus Syndicate. Seriously? Am I for real?

Next was M Amine’s nightmares, the three characters that “ravage” her, and the demon that can’t take her. So what if the human and genetically created characters by using her body “sexually” somehow gave her the strength to beat the demon and save the world…

Dying Light series… Lastly, “The Running Man…”. Huntresses? Black Orchid Division, the Crimson Requiem (nuns with red habits). Inferno Cadre.

But what about my life story? Exist. Oh, the last thing I want to do is speak on the weather.

My daddy said when a man come talking about the weather, keep yo hand on your wallet.
― Life (1999)

Hail. That’s a funny story about my Virgil. Okay, it will be someday, with how scared he was. Do I have any funny stories about B III and the weather? My boys hate the rain.

Sophia, I remember when I thought, “What if the Town Blew Away?” Daria, pop culture.

Anyway, I grabbed Braxton’s “resting place” and between his box and my pendant… I just wanted my boy by my side. Virgil wasn’t here yet. I’m not that cruel but then M Anime turns me to a “Savage,” like Whethan meets Tillie Cole’s “Sick Fux.” Read Grocery list, finances, SVS reports… Hello Braxton, Hail Virgil

1853 Days Without B III, Day 1294 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 235 ~Braxton And Virgil Tops~

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It’s not a headache. It’s not B’s furry butt telling me he needs to potty. It’s not even when my tablet fell and cracked my glasses. I still have eyes… But I feel like my head on my shoulders is too much. Me? My boys? Well, “Braxton And Virgil Tops.”

Saturday, February 21, 2026

Journey 235 ~Braxton And Virgil Tops~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… And you know I’m lying. A bad night’s sleep will do that—bad dreams, aka nightmares.

My own? Yeah, because if we were talking about Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom, I’d be hard as an effing rock. M Anime’s dreams turn me on. She and General Xu, Boss, and Associate. And two of my biggest fantasies at the moment. Cuckoldry, Ravishment.

Dreams? The only thing I remember about my dream last night was beating the crap out of some blonde frat boy like I was Will Hunting in “Good Will Hunting.” I had to take it out on somebody. That’s not good to say, considering I am a father. Wanna-be Husband:

“All these girls only gonna want one thing
I could spend my whole life good will hunting
Only good gon’ come is as good when I’m cumming”
Run This Town

Not just yet. Remember December? And now, the mid- to late week of June. Summer Vacation? Where to go, Lady Lunalesca? To the stars. Heaven. Take me to bed, Will.

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

If a girl ever says those five words to me, I’m putty in her hands. I swear to Braxton, Lu:

In my hands, nothing turns to putty
― Michelle Huddleson

“Somewhere Only We Know.” “In My Place.” SIGH “Just one year and then you’d be happy.” That’s what Gerry Rafferty is singing about. In bed with my Boricua or on “Baker Street?” Speaking of the street, did I forget that I have a major cash issue to deal with, Lu?

Hell, I didn’t remember to go to bed until midnight. I woke up hunched over on this same love seat. And you wonder why I felt the need to bash someone’s head in. “In Dreams.”

Or maybe I was trying to wake myself up. “I’m Black, Y’all” and still ain’t MAGA. Eff them and FDT!

Um, the American Dream? Ok, I wish I could go all Christopher Stone, Freedom Fighters:

“New Yorkers, fellow Americans… I am Chris Stone, the so-called “Freedom Phantom”. I stand before you today a free man, and I vow to die a free man. Like you, my world was shattered eight long months ago. I watched as my family and friends were tortured, captured, and killed. I have nothing left of my former life… except the hope for a better future… a better future for our children – the American dream! I, for one, still believe in that dream. We’ve read this in our schoolbooks as children; now is the time for us to embrace those ideals and stand up against the weight of Tyranny. We have a duty to ourselves to throw off our oppressors. When I look around this city, I do not see smoldering ruins… no, instead I see a sleeping army, ready to awaken. The world is watching us now… how we respond will prove our claim. I stand before you and the world today to reaffirm the pledge our forefathers made to each other, and for each of us, to protect our lives, our fortunes, and our self-worth. So I ask you now to take up arms against the evil invaders and yell in their faces that.
THEY WILL NEVER TAKE OUR
FREEDOM!”
― Freedom Fighters

But, Hell, Lunalesca, what did I do for Valentine’s Day, Black History Month, Braxton’s Birthday? I haven’t even watched the Olympics. And didn’t I say I would look up some Black Haremlit authors? Damn, am I not a Black Erotic Author? Perv with a blog.

Worse. I’m a forty-one-year-old bum sitting on a loveseat playing Whiteout Survival, which is the thought that had me zoned out last night and waking up the way I did.

Lunalesca, I love my boys. Braxton and Virgil are tops. My four-legged sons. But crap:

“And maybe I forgot
All things I miss
Oh, somehow I know
There’s more to life than this.”
Kid Rock

Lunalesca, I want that white-picket fence, wife, family, that New York Times bestseller, my “adult studio. Braxton And Virgil Tops

1847 Days Without B III, Day 1288 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 234 ~Braxton and Virgil Bounce~

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It’s been one week since he looked at me. More like five years… Six? Anyway, Braxton bounced. And how many stories have I read to his brother Virgil? How many have I written saying they would save us? Three new ideas, but “Braxton and Virgil Bounce.”

Friday, February 20, 2026

Journey 234 ~Braxton and Virgil Bounce~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… No. Allow me to take a page from MAGA and provide the concepts of a story.

The first idea came yesterday. Do you know the painting “Dogs Playing Poker” by Cassius Marcellus Coolidge? Oh, maybe it’s these Living Single reactions. Maybe the fact that (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction. Maybe it’s the Def Jam motif, you know. Or maybe the sexy M Anime-like figure in the kimono. That was an accident, but she’s so “Sexy” Sophia.

I mean, as Peter Cinocotti sings about. Or Tom Jones, she’s an effing Sexbomb. Anyway!

Two Chihuahuas… My furry sons, Braxton and Virgil. Their Dad (Yours Truly) is in an underground HUMAN fighting ring known as the Inferno Circuit. These two furry brothers are trying to save me with M Anime’s help from a three-dog criminal empire known as the Cerberus Syndicate. Any thoughts? Suggestions?

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

Before that, there’s an idea M Anime and I were talking about with her dreaming. My Spanish goddess… Trust me, “All I wanted was to see her naked” once upon a time. Now we’re back to talking about having kids. And she could be B III and 2-V’s stepmom, someday.

Anyway, the idea! Okay, so she tells me about the three characters that “ravage” her. However, there is a demon that can’t take her. So what if the human and genetically created characters by using her body “sexually” somehow gave her the strength to beat the demon and save the world… It reminds me a tad of the third “Dying Light” game. If you defeat the beast, you get enhanced abilities… That’s lots of games.

But my third idea is even more of a rip-off. Simply put, “The Running Man” but with female hunters. Huntresses? I’m still ticked off about losing all those elements, like the Black Orchid Division, the Crimson Requiem (nuns with red habits), and the Inferno Cadre.

Sophia, I could have built a whole damn world out of those groups alone. Something like World War Z. The movie is okay if you have no idea about the book. But because I read the book, the movie starring Brad Pitt was a dumpster fire. And “The Running Man.”

Yeah, Sophia, I should probably read. Anything I can read to my kids, but no. My bank account, Hometown Heat Wave, and Backward Beauty (Fuu’s Painting). Braxton and Virgil Bounce.

1846 Days Without B III, Day 1287 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 233 ~HIGH Virgil, Braxton’s BAKED~

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I wish I could say I was high as a kite or I was as high as B, wherever he is. The Rainbow Bridge? The Rainbow Road? It’s not like I can buy Mario Kart, whatever, or any more books. I’m sort of addicted to eating. “HIGH Virgil, Braxton’s BAKED.”

Thursday, February 19, 2026

Journey 233 ~HIGH Virgil, Braxton’s BAKED~

1845 Days Without B III, Day 1286 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? I know that I’ve seen “Better Days,” Glasses on. Phone on my chest. Something pretty…

Oh, and what could be cuter than B? I miss you sitting on my head. Ok, duly noted, my boy.

But I wouldn’t mind if M Anime sat on my face. I know, I know, Eww! But she is your potential stepmom. And Braxton, in all honesty, your Dad did not want to wake up.

Please, that’s most mornings. But this one was particularly bad. And the only reason your bum of a father is sitting in Den in front of the TV is because she texted. And I had the good sense not to shatter my glasses, which is why the phone was on my chest. If anything, that is a testament to how HOT she is… I broke a pair reading “Backyard Dungeon.”

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

You know, the HaremLit series from Logan Jacobs. That was one of those books I wouldn’t read to you or your little brother. But that doesn’t mean it should be burned. If I were to start burning books, it’s because I can’t afford them. Eff MAGA, eff the Cracker Hats, and FDT! And that brings me to today, Braxton. I’m missing you, I’m worried about
Virgil. And myself? Well, eff me too. Another reason I’m still “Alive.” But Meat Loaf?

Braxton, I couldn’t have that even if I knew how to make it. I make bad financial decisions. A lot. Like Backyard Dungeon? Why am I hitting Mr. Jacobs? I liked Backyard Dungeon. I was tired and dropped my tablet onto my glasses one day.

C’est La Vie, treat you unfairly. Like between you and Virgil. You’re both my sons, and I love you both. But fathers aren’t supposed to have favorites, and you know who wins between you and Virgil. I’m either going to Hell for what happened to you or how I’m treating him. Honestly, either way, I need a drink, a smoke, or some pus**… Gross! Sorry!

But I could REALLY be on drugs or develop a drinking problem. There’s also Obsession. I sent M Anime that Animotion tune, and if I could tell her anything, “You’re So Damn Hot.” The only time you were hotter than her is when you got baked… A horrible joke, duly noted. I ain’t right. Low-blood sugar. HIGH Virgil, Braxton’s BAKED

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

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 228 ~80’s A B, Virgil~

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An 80 is a B. Cs get degrees. And I was praying for a D on paper when I was done playing with the one in my pants. I have been out of school a long time. But my woman is teaching me about Chinese Myths and Naughty Spanish. Hot? 80’s A B, Virgil.

Saturday, February 14, 2026

Journey 228 ~80’s A B, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Not if I’m not a mediocre white man who dares to call himself the president. Hmm.

Not that I can talk, my dear Lady Lunalesca. I’m the one who’s looking up, do dogs’ tongues burn on ChatGPT? All I know is Braxton stuck his tongue into a cup of hot chocolate and winced. And then he had the nerve to look at me as if I had done something wrong. Well I kil.. had him euthanized several years later. I did. 100% I believe it, Luna.

13 days shy of his 16th birthday. What a lovely way to say I love you. Braxton and I had a good life. “Him and I.” He was my little sister’s dog. And then I go and spoil it all by saying “Something Stupid,” like I love you to him. And then he’s my dog.

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

My son. And how did I honor him yesterday? As a matter of fact, how did I honor his little brother, Virgil? The “Tango Maureen?” The Tango Virgil. Hell! The Tango M Anime for “real…” with no regrets. Have I ever told you how hot M Anime is? I’ve got a thing for Puerto Rican girls now. Well, one particular Puerto Rican woman and one thing. But if tentacle porn ever becomes real… Anyway, what was I saying? I spent most of Braxton’s birthday… Doing things with M Anime, I should be doing today. How much did I spend last Valentine’s Day? Total? Why am I not doing that now? Is this an 80’s hit?

No, it was 1990, “The King of Wishful Thinking,” Lunalesca.

My breakup theme for her in August. Then January rolled around, and it seems (Every Time I Turn Around) Back in Love Again.” M Anime and I aren’t quite there yet. Um, she’s sure she’s in love. But I’m the guy who has been mourning his dead furry kid forever.

Is five years forever? Come talk to me on October 20th, 2026, and if Virgil is still “Safe And Sound.” Suppose everything hasn’t burned thanks to MAGA. I’m quite comfortable at 80 degrees. If I were truly in love with M Anime, I’d be playing 98 Degrees’ “I Will Still Love You.” Suppose I were a better man, Lunalesca. But I’m living on 80 bucks. Not enough for “Love and Happiness.” 80’s A B, Virgil.

1840 Days Without B III, Day 1281 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will