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Legacy 111 -V’s, B’s, Yours, Daze-

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Happy Birthday to my son Virgil Vivi… Roman poet, black mage with his furry black spots. Six years old today. And what a day it has been. What a daze I am in. And V must be as confused. Fries, pictures, a birthday cookie. “V’s, B’s, Yours, Daze”

Tuesday, October 20, 2026

Legacy 111 -V’s, B’s, Yours, Daze-

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? I may be “Dazed and Confused,” but I’m not a liar. And I know things…

Virgil Vivi Bradford turns six today. His Gotcha Day was Saturday, August 13, 2022. I found him at PetSmart. The first thing I noticed about him was that he knew how to use a training pad and not mark the floor. So yes, mistakes were made on that day, hmm

I still remember and see the three black spots: head, back, and tail… B III? B’s color fur around his eyes. And B’s bark telling me that he couldn’t make this more black and white, literally. Archie? That was his name before I named him Virgil. And you know why…

Such a long row to hoe for such a little dog. I thought he was Braxton reincarnated and/or reborn. All I know and yet love…

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

Hell, I love you, baby doll, because I know you’re no “angel.” And B knows I’ve called you much worse in the throes of passion. But if I wanted to get into the doghouse again…

I could compare you to my boys again… What? You know how I feel about my sons, my love. But Braxton’s gone, and Virgil is a year older today. And “I’m So Thankful.” I am.

They are gods among men. Thus you are my Goddess. “The Goddess,” if I said that, was Alexa Bliss, or I mentioned Roxanne Perez. What about Jahara Jayde? She’s been my favorite these last few days, if the Unfinished Archive is any indication. Ass kicking?

Honestly, “Hey Lover,” would you kick my ass? Go ahead.

I know where I first met you. Triond. I met Braxton in my Olds bedroom. But I could tell you neither of those dates. Braxton’s Birthday? The day before Valentine’s, the 13th, because he was the closest I would get to love… Then your birthday. What was the last thing I bought you? When Braxton left, Sunday, January 31, 2021. When you left, Sunday, August 24, 2025. Again, I thought I found Braxton on that Saturday, in a new white fur.

When you came back, it was on Saturday, January 24, 2026. Hell, the first time I saw you “naked” was on Thursday, May 15, 2025. My point… I can recall Virgil’s life but love…

Cookies, Fries, all for His Birthday… V’s, B’s, Yours, Daze

2088 Days Without B III, Day 1529 of Virgil’s Arrival

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Legacy 110 -B In Melancholia, Virgil-

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Braxton’s Favorite Girl and I had a “The World Actually Ends” Movie Night. We should have watched “Melancholia”. I chose “4:44 Last Day on Earth”. My big mouth. I should be silent on a lot of things. Melancholy? “B In Melancholia, Virgil.”

Monday, October 19, 2026

Legacy 110 -B In Melancholia, Virgil-

Hey Dad,
It’s me, Baby B. Did you have a good day? Good Day? You don’t want to answer that, I know. Peace and Quiet.

A kinder way to bark Melancholia. It took me quite a while to understand you, Dad. And me and Virgil’s Potential Future Stepmom, is trying her best. But right now you’d rather not bark another single word today. You always told me other humans barked too much anyway. Constant noise. At least when I barked, it helped you out; it actually mattered, Daddy. My voice.

What matters today? What has you Melancholy? I heard you last night, and it wasn’t the “Sleepy Time V, Good Night.” If you only knew how much I miss that, Dad. But you were so Melancholic this morning… I learned from you, Dad, so I learned from the best, hmm

The power of words, “The Power of Love,” I swear

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

Movies, music, and manuscripts. Well, not yet; let’s stick with movies. How will you be spending tomorrow with my brother? I’m glad you saw the birthday cookies in the Bad Place… I mean the other Bad Place. Turns out we have a few of those, Dad. V has seen his

One more reason you are lost to Melancholia. Six years old, that’s my baby brother, I know. And I was nearly sixteen, and you never missed anything with me, my father. Every check-up, you found a cute girl to bake me a cake, and I cuddled enough that M Anime is still trying to catch up. Hell, you wrote a whole universe, the Unfinished Archive, that now numbers 11 women?

Maybe. Maybe I’m buttering you up to butter up, Virgil.

If anything, you need to hear anything other than your own mouth. You’ll be no good to M Anime or your mini-mes. And you have a birthday to plan. A movie night? Something, my father. “You Were Loved”? No, Dad, today I am loved by you; Virgil shares this too.

I know it even if you can’t speak it. And we both love you. M Anime says she loves you; it’s the only reason I’m not haunting her. Or maybe I like hanging out with you, Dad, as we always barked: Always and Forever. Melancholy and all. Fur buddies. Children.

You’re not ashamed of our barks, growls, or paws. We make the madness, certain music selections, and Melancholia manageable. Sad? Speak. B In Melancholia, Virgil

“But when you spend a long enough time in a very bad place, your soul hungers for something that your brain no longer believes exists”
Dystopian Girls 7, Rodzil LaBraun

“He feigned hope in his look, and inwardly contained his anguish.”
From ― The Aeneid

2087 Days Without B III, Day 1528 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Legacy 107 -Plan V, Be Truthful-

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I planned on sleeping. What time is it? Why am I so hard? It wasn’t that Teachers erotica I finished. And “Dystopian Girls 7”? What about my girl and the plan for my boys? If I don’t make plans, I can’t fail them. Or dream… “Plan V, Be Truthful”

Friday, October 16, 2026

Legacy 107 -Plan V, Be Truthful-

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… About plans A through U? Of course (rolls eyes). Plan A is for Afraid. Don’t be!

If I’m being honest, Lady Sophia… And because comedy comes in threes, I’m annoyed; I’m worried about Archie, or rather, my Virgil. And AI isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, hmm.

The Magic Glasses/MIMA. I was working on something this morning, and let’s say the Magic Glasses/MIMA miscalculated, misjudged, and got it wrong. And who’s teaching who, my lady? Or rather, as AC/DC put it, “Who Made Who? Mad, mistaken, a monster, when it comes to things like the manuscript I’m reading or the one I’m writing. Lying ha!

Only in bed. Because short of talking to my boys, Potential Future Stepmom, or taking care of said boy, Virgil, today has been a joke. But allow me to do something “productive…” A Book Review:

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

Teachers Lie On Their Backs:
Or at least I did when I was reading this, which is somewhat disappointing while reading Sean Dalton’s “Teachers: A Single Dad Harem Romance.” Usually I’m on my stomach, or one hand is busy as I try to read something like this. In bed, yes, but holding this book with two hands. Not saying it’s bad, just sort of blah. The encounters with the staff and the moms were ok but nothing special. By any means. It was more David and his ex-wife going at each other that did anything. This book was rather tame; my girl sends wilder things in a text. I’d recommend this to her or anybody that wants to write wilder.

Teachers? A softcore Erotica lesson.

Do I have any other plans for the night? Being asleep? I wish. Being a criminal? “If Your Girl Only Knew…” Jahara Jayde, Jewel Staite, or just some Asian mother and daughter that makes me drool. While awake? As, again, it’s going to be one long night for sure, ha!

No cookbook, but I have to make dinner. I’ve already been burning through cash. As I try to do the books. Oh, and I am reading Dystopian Girls 7, which I lied about reading, hmm.

Is there a worse lie? Omissions, maybe, which is another thing I’ve been thinking about.

While it isn’t love yet, truth, loyalty, and plans for the future are important to me. But I’ve failed, fibbed, fallen… Plan V, Be Truthful

2084 Days Without B III, Day 1525 of Virgil’s Arrival

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Legacy 104 -Virgil And The B’s-

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Love should give me enough energy to wake up. But I really, really, REALLY missed having a Bloom this morning. And I haven’t seen any bugs in a minute. FEAR is a big motivator. And Braxton knows I don’t love that. “Virgil And The B’s”

Tuesday, October 13, 2026

Legacy 104 -Virgil And The B’s-

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? Then how come I don’t say it? “Yo te quiero, Papi Y te deseo”. Honey?

I want you to know I hear you. I do. I will. However, marriages go in this day and age, you know. Love is more than a buzzword to me. Though, to paraphrase Virgil Hawkins, aka Static Shock (My son V’s name was inspired by a lot of things). Ok, the word LOVE does put a shock to my system. I forget how to speak English. I can’t eat… Well, you… Do I ever stop? And I can’t get enough of hearing that word; it’s like a song from Glee:

“’Cause I feel that when I’m with you, It’s alright, I know it’s right
And the songbirds are singing
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before”
Songbird, Glee Cast

And don’t get mad for the comparison, but Braxton showed me love until his last…

Breath… Beat of his heart… Belief in his eyes that I would bring him back. That’s what Dads do, hmm:

“He was the boy’s father. Father’s are supposed to protect their sons, not leave them alone.”
― A Different Alchemy

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

But what do husbands do? “Well, I’ll be sitting here. Working on this beer. Oh, baby, I love you, just leave me the fuck alone.” You know I don’t drink. No, I’m just tired today.

And so I’m sitting here humming “I Want A New Drug.” “But Your Love Is My Drug,” isn’t it? Oh, looks like I found my phone. Plus, I have a puppy sleeping on my lap, and you know the law. You can’t move for anything. And if Virgil were Braxton, it would not even be a question. Again, being sleepy turns me into a fucking meanie. And yesterday I was talking to Braxton about beast. But I’m not some superhero trying to keep my control.

I’m not a fucking drunk.

I’m “Just A Man.” And what is worse than a man? People are so vexed with what a woman is. The people MAGA has no respect for. Incubators. Broodmares for the state, the fear out of The Handmaid’s Tale. But you are my wife, and the things we do, hmm…

I’m surprised I don’t bother you about my Stuff And Thang more often. Bugging you.

That’s what I feel like sometimes. I want to say I’m a busy bee, but I’m more of a mosquito:

“If you think you’re too small to make a difference, try sleeping in a closed room with a mosquito.”
―

But I’m squished and squashed. It’s like I’m constantly bleeding out. “These wounds won’t seem to heal. This pain is just too real.” “Oh yes, there will be blood.” I write shit. But Honey, there’s you. Virgil And The B’s

2081 Days Without B III, Day 1522 of Virgil’s Arrival

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Legacy 103 -Savage B’s, Virgil’s Bestiary-

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“Everyone wants to be a beast until it’s time to do what beasts do.” When I’m a watchman for my boys, the lover of my woman, or writing… Braxton’s dead. I’m ignoring my girl. Why? I attack my work like a savage. “Savage B’s, Virgil’s Bestiary.”

Monday, October 12, 2026

Legacy 103 -Savage B’s, Virgil’s Bestiary-

Hey Dad,
It’s me, Baby B. Did you have a good day? Good Day? The Bad Place. A cell, a dungeon, an easy escape. Hmm.

And yet we are here, my father. We’re not quitters; we’re not runners. Savages Daddy.

That’s what we are, Dad. Survivors always; we got souls, but we’re not soldiers, and Saviors… Yes, Dad, I remember. All those nights you told me to shut it, because of TWD, “The Walking Dead.” I am Negan! No, I am my father’s son, as much so as my brother.

And I know you’re giving me that look about not being a quitter, about being a survivor, my father. I invented that look. That savage look. And the fact that you remember means that “I’m Still Here,” And I’m not going anywhere. Neither are you, Old Man, no, not now. And why is that? Bradford Men. We said last week.

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

“We don’t bleed when we don’t fight,” but neither you nor I is a “Runaway.” Just because we don’t fight doesn’t mean we can’t fight. Or that we must not fight on these days, Dad.

Days you try so hard to salvage. Salvage or Savage? When was the last time you attacked the day instead of trying to pick up the pieces? Isn’t that how we got here, Dad? Today would have been so easy, and yet you wake up and suddenly. No, it ain’t love. Except maybe for your craft. Isn’t that where we should begin? Attacking your craft?

Daddy, it doesn’t matter how tired you are, the tons that this world places upon your shoulders, or the two tiny titans that you’re raising.

When it comes to being a savage, that’s what you do here. What we do here. 2-V as well as he cries his little heart out to join us… Someday, maybe he’ll understand, won’t he?

What about V and my “Potential Future Stepmom”? Does she understand? You haven’t even told her about everything… You know the stuff you would send me to timeout for so you could be by yourself. Eww! Yeah, I know, I know, who am I to bark, right? You still talk about me being in front of my favorite girl and “The Talk” we had, Daddy.

“Braxton knows better,” you’d tell her. But do you know better? The beast, monster, and savage you are. Stronger than anything. Savage B’s, Virgil’s Bestiary

“Everyone is a monster to somebody”
― The Book Eaters

“His mad lust for battle drove him upon his enemies in an ecstasy of passion… A savage lion.” The Aeneid

2080 Days Without B III, Day 1521 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Legacy 100 -Braxton, Virgil, Rain Stories-

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A wish: Lie on the loveseat in the Den, listen to the rain. Let V sleep on my chest, and read about a Dad boning the school staff. Better… La-Z-Boy, Dark Study, M Anime on my chest, my boys playing, and the same book. “Braxton, Virgil, Rain Stories.”

Friday, October 9, 2026

Legacy 100 -Braxton, Virgil, Rain Stories-

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… A story of my own? Even with everything that happened Wednesday… Scary, angry, fucking sexual, worthless.

Which is why I would rather tell you about my boys. And with how much I love my sons… Yes, I include 2-V in that. But I haven’t told him yet. So their Potential Future Stepmom is in good company. Don’t let her hear me say that. The two I love the most in this world both have four legs—an indictment of humanity, dear Soph. I am a misanthrope.

Uh, M Anime? She’s my Goddess. A goddess I could have on her knees, on all fours, or on her back. Can I stop now? Didn’t I say something about the rain? White noise, Sophia

White that I should fill with my black voice. These words. M Anime is looking for me too, but what?

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

I need to read something violent. The store was packed today, and for no particular reason, I got angry. Before they started checking for this sort of thing, I would check out books on weapons and such. And such? Another S-Word? In the words of Teen Idle: “Feeling super, super (super!) s*ici…” But considering the weather, “What If The Town Blew Away.” When did I grab Braxton’s remains, awaiting the apocalypse? “The Mist,” oh please!

Speaking of an apocalypse, The Unfinished Archive. Oh, it’ll be finished soon enough, given how I’m burning through money. I swear “Nights Like This I Wish That Raindrops Would Fall.” Have I checked outside? What am I trying to say, my dear sweet Sophia? Uh…

Not a damn thing really.

I should be crying my eyes out in some book about pet loss. Do you remember that period in my existence? Book after book about the lost. Writing B’s book, “My Turn To B III”

There was a time that I read books of value and substance. Who am I to judge any book on such, Sophia? Mr. Zero Copies sold. Ok one, and that was to myself. And today I sat at the Day Job watching my hours being cut, thinking I was cooked. Am I? Am I, Sophia

I’m hot because I can always read M Anime’s (Visions). And I better not forget to read “Teachers: A Single Dad Harem Romance.” I hate people; I hate myself. Not books. Braxton, Virgil, Rain Stories

2077 Days Without B III, Day 1518 of Virgil’s Arrival

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Legacy 097 -B’s Blindness Binds Virgil-

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The mind’s eye and my one-eyed monster have been plenty busy these past few days. But my own eyes; I can’t see nothing, or I see too damn much. But as usual, I only want to shut my eyes and sleep. And after? And after… B’s Blindness Binds Virgil

Tuesday, October 6, 2026

Legacy 097 -B’s Blindness Binds Virgil-

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? “Can you hear? Can you read? Are you receiving the signal? Do you copy me?”

Wow, that’s saying a lot… Not me, Theresa Walker’s “I Don’t Wanna Die.” How I wish we could sit here and watch the movie “Dead Air.” Can I even see it? I just don’t know.

Didn’t somebody say, love is blind? And apparently deaf as well. And how about, Stupid

“I feel stupid,” because today I want to show gratitude. For Braxton? No matter where my boy may roam, he still sees his way HOME to me. In spirit, at least. And he loves me.

Honestly, it made me blind to how he aged. I didn’t see some old man. I saw my son, B.

So my blindness must have been going on for a while because I see Virgil cuddling closer and closer still.

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

He’ll be six in two weeks, October 20. Not even halfway to his brother’s age yet, and he’s already like a ghost. Do I see him yet? Do he and Braxton see each other? Sometimes…

Yeah, maybe I am blind. I think I see Braxton nudging him forward, but Braxton could be standing in the way, and that’s why he’s scared to come in. Braxton is all Gandalf the Grey: you shall not pass. For a while, I thought Braxton had become Gandalf the White in Virgil’s little body. Reincarnation? Necromancy? I am grateful that isn’t true, my love. Why, because of how I treat Virgil? The younger brother from “The Man Who Watched the World End” or the burned son from “A Different Alchemy”?

I am grateful for all these insights I’ve been seeing, even about you, my love, The Unfinished Archive. Since I haven’t been using the Magic Glasses/MIMA for ideas, I have sought my own counsel. The Man in the Mirror? Seriously! When it comes to you:

You are the Phoenix Queen, and every other sister is a part of you. Lily, your garden, and my mourning. Kyouko Sakai, your sex drive. Cassandra, your exuberant strength. Sophitia, your mature strength. Skye, your ties to the Earth and knowledge. Judy, your expertise, green thumb. 2B, wanting to be a better woman. Nico, your knives. Melina, your scars and faith. Sadly, my brain isn’t getting smart; my head’s been fucked up. “My eyes, my eyes. B’s Blindness Binds Virgil

2074 Days Without B III, Day 1515 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
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Legacy 096 -Braxton And Virgil Barker-

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Monday, October 5, 2026

Legacy 096 -Braxton And Virgil Barker-

Hey Dad,
It’s me, Baby B. Did you have a good day? Good Day? Father, my father, you don’t know whether to cry or rage.

Bark. It did wonders for me. And Virgil? We are our father’s sons. Bradford men. Not only the barker and the whiner. Do you think that’s why he’s been crying so much the past few days? Not hurt, and tis the season for ghosts. Is that what I am? Seriously!

Bradford, that’s my last name; don’t wear it out. But you’ve been tired of it since… Well, before we ever even met. But when we did, “From that day on, I made a vow. I’ll be there when you want me. Some way, somehow.” Would you at that, Dad? I can sing too, can’t I? And you, Dad? You were ready to war and rampage. Well, maybe not all that, but get smart, I think…

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

“Oh look, I got dressed all by myself today so La-da-da-da-dah…” Who am I to tell you what to say, Dad? How many mornings, for how many years, did you listen to me bark obscenities to anyone outside ‘our chamber door’? Edgar Allen Poe? You can’t say it’s his voice you’ve been hearing in books lately. You don’t know how much I miss that, Dad.

Lying on the couch with you as you read. Not that it was boring. No, no! It was our thing.

On an evening such as this. When it was hard to tell if I exist… What Dad? You sing and/or paraphrase songs all the time? And I am my father’s son. But I do miss these evenings. They were easy.

I was about to say that barking was hard. But you know more than anyone that making noise is too damn easy. It’s the quiet that annoys, aggravates, and gets your attention. It was with me anyway. All the crying in the world, but when I stopped those years ago…

And maybe that’s why I’m here tonight. We both value the peace and quiet, father.

However, that’s not the quiet that you have been finding all this time, hmm. Your quiet is like mine, and ending. You need the noise, the ruckus, the madness, but not from others, my father. Yours. And no, I won’t go all Sara Bareilles\Katy Perry Brave\Roar. We are Bradford men now and always. But to bark… Braxton And Virgil Barker

“The real question is this, what do we want to be?”
― Dystopian Girls 6

“Let me rage before I die.”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

2073 Days Without B III, Day 1514 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Legacy 093 -Braxton Books Trucks Virgil-

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“Now, I ain’t no sharecropper. I’m a music teacher.” This ain’t Rosewood; I’ll try again. I ain’t no truck unloader; I’m a writer. Well, I ain’t much of either, with my bosses this afternoon and Braxton’s book sales. “But Braxton Books Trucks Virgil”

Friday, October 2, 2026

Legacy 093 -Braxton Books Trucks Virgil-

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… But not Stephen King’s The Stand. “I will set you to burn.” Fuck, I’m Hot! Umm

Not in a good way, My Lady. More like Humiliations Galore, I Hate Everyone, burning through all ‘my’ cash, sorta hot. Fuck, the weather! I still shouldn’t have gone out.

Honestly, if my books weren’t the only thing that deserved to be burned, maybe I wouldn’t have to. Isn’t it “Ironic” that the only book I have out ended with my son being on fire? And myself? I’m going to Hell. But I’m doomed to the Ninth Circle. But today…

Sometimes I think that part of my punishment is to take a guided tour through Hell? And with Virgil… My poor second-born. I want to tell him, “I Knew You Were Waiting.” But I knew

I brought both of my furry children to ruin. Like I’m fucking Randall Flagg. But no, Sophia. No nuclear warheads, no Captain Trips, and while I spend money like I was in Vegas… Yeah, I’m a fucking idiot! Can I watch my fucking language? Seriously?

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

Everything that happened today… Women (SIGH). And before I sound like some Incel or Simp… Whatever words the kids are using these days. The gas station, ok. I know Soph

That was my cowardice. I don’t blame the woman behind the counter for banking issues.

And M Anime had quite the day from what I heard. I am exhausted. Anger, Humiliation, genuine Stupidity. It’s all the same fire, and I have nothing left for Braxton and Virgil’s Potential Future Stepmom. And this is after she offers me everything. The Hell?

No, that’s where all my bosses can go—and speaking of Hell or jail? That’s the silver lining here, Sophia. I was too busy thinking about the day job to think about the steel bars of late. With “All These Things That I’ve Done.” Somewhat illegal, sinful, shameful, stupid, and I’m scared. And do I care to “Share?” I could watch that movie tonight because tomorrow I have to get to the movie theater. Free E-Day Popcorn and Soda. It’s fucking October. E-Day month’s over.

Geez! Will I stop? Something I should have told myself when unloading the truck today. Better to be driving the damn trucks chasing some “Lot Lizard” than working with the women at my Day Job. Read a book. Or write one. Braxton Books Trucks Virgil.

2070 Days Without B III, Day 1511 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
Will

Legacy 090 -B Plays Portal Virgil-

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What Hell is this? What time? Which dimension? But it all tracks. A loving and loyal wife. Same for the family, furry and not. And the home? Monday, Fine. Today… A reenactment of the movie Starship Troopers. I prefer Succubus 8. B Plays Portal Virgil

Tuesday, September 29, 2026

Legacy 090 -B Plays Portal Virgil-

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? But do you know what I need to reread? Pet Loss? Some love story? Kinda

The instructions to the game “Portal”? How I miss the days when games came with actual instruction booklets. I love those. And players’ guides. Game Genie. To have time again.

But no. What I’m in the mood for today is Succubus 8 (Riddles And Revenge): A LitRPG Series by A.J. Markam. “Give Me One Reason to stay here,” you say… May I suggest “Portal 2”? Seriously, what is it about me and portals today? And in the spirit of full transparency, I’ve never played either Portal. And I’m trying to remember Succubus 8 as best I can. This is what happens when you don’t use a woman for audiobooks. Sheesh!

Anyway, I finally got to bed last night, and this morning everything has gone cattywampus.

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

Your lover, your best friend, your husband, father to our children, I damn sure try!

Honestly though, a plumber, an exterminator, a repair guy, an award-winning author, my love… This is where it is written, “you have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting.” Yes, I am guilty of saying that every day is worse than the last. But with you, our children, fur and skin, I can survive. Only today it’s like I stepped through a portal… Maybe only by a few days to show all my effing loserdom.

You don’t know how badly I want to go back right now. How far? It has nothing to do with you, my boys, our family. Just me. My E-Day wish.

Near the end of E-Day month. I wish the day never existed. Always and forever.

Honestly… I know, my love, I know. I tend to take things too far. But that’s because I want to be even farther away. Or is it further? Did I mention that my writing sucks?

Anyway, A.J. Markam’s protagonist “Ian” had powers over the “Hell Pont”; he could use portals to travel anywhere. Why do you think I chose magic in The Unfinished Archive? Necromancy, time travel, and, portals. And why yesterday was “FINE”.

Today: Ants, busted drawer, crazy toilet, and let’s not forget about the car. Loving you?

Going to see a movie, lying in bed prattling on about the Halliwell sisters. Beats Hell. B Plays Portal Virgil.

2067 Days Without B III, Day 1508 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
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