Journey 241 ~Hello Braxton, Hail Virgil~

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 239 ~Virgil Calls B Magic~

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

Journey 234 ~Braxton and Virgil Bounce~

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 232 ~Braxton, Virgil, Game On~

One night over twenty-something years ago, I could have been playing more Final Fantasy… Which was it, somewhere between 10 and 12? Anyway, we didn’t play in games. Don’t be a fool, wrap our tool. Still, I’m a father of two. Braxton, Virgil, Game On.

Wednesday, February 18, 2026

Journey 232 ~Braxton, Virgil, Game On~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… Hurry up and wait? Remember who you are? “Regrets, I’ve had a few.” A little early for music…

Not if I was at the Day Job. But we’ll get to that. Today, what had me wasting my little boys’ time this morning? If I were talking about my balls, I would have said big boys. And again, we’ll get to those, too. Also, eww! Today I mean B’s memory and Virgil’s Little Life.

The name of the game is Whiteout Survival. A Forty-One-Old-Man playing an effing mobile game. Effing developers! And let’s not forget those people I told M Anime about and their wicked ways. This morning has me very (Hercules Scream) Disappointed!

Inspector, eff Kevin Sorbo, eff MAGA, eff the Cracker Hats and FDT! But Whiteout, right?

What a way to put that game. Simply put, I’m losing and in last place.

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

“In My Place,” SIGH. You should listen to me and M Anime sometime. Her place…

Inspector, I wish I could go all Dame Vaako with it, or that M Anime would one day soon, Echo. Do you remember what she said to her husband? Husband… me, am I in love…

“My place is at your side, dear husband. From here till underverse come.”
Dame Vaako

Not yet, dear Inspector. I still haven’t forgiven M Anime for Sunday, August 24, 2026. Only there’s something to be said about accountability. And when a hot Latina is saying she needs to be punished… Somehow, Inspector, I feel like Marv from Sin City saying:

“I’m staring at a goddess, she’s telling me she wants me. I’m not going to waste one more second wondering how I’ve gotten so lucky… She smells like angels oughta smell. The perfect woman. The goddess.”
Marv, Sin City (2005)

With everything she wants with me, I just remember what it was like my first time, Echo. The girl was a mix of Tegan Mohr, Leana Lovings, and Lana Tailor.

Why the eff didn’t I marry her… Picture a skinny black man barely in nothing but a pair of glasses and black socks in the back of a car in an empty parking lot in the middle of the night. Again, I have no quams with my body. It’s my face I hate the most. But anyway, I just received my first BJ (to make me last longer for round two), and this woman is…

Well, bouncing on my lap after she helps me get a condom on. Memories, Inspector…

And no, she wasn’t a “professional.” But paying for a woman… A Man Provides for his family. I’m broke. Life is a game. Love is the instruction. I can’t play… But Braxton, Virgil, Game On

1844 Days Without B III, Day 1285 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 227 ~Braxton’s Birthday Volume V~

B’s twenty-one… Happy Birthday! If only you were here to see it. Speaking of seeing, um, my girl is very horny. And it’s Friday the 13th. Let’s just say she’s trying to raise the dead. I’m trying to get well. And celebrate Braxton’s Birthday Volume V

Friday, February 13, 2026

Journey 227 ~Braxton’s Birthday Volume V~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Well, three maybe. Comedy comes in threes, or so they say. I don’t do comedy necessarily.

I don’t buy joke books. Jerk chicken? That would require a cookbook. Books on justice? The Constitution? I should get a printed copy before the Cracker Hats change it. Yeah!

What doesn’t change is the love I have for my sons. But today is Braxton Barks Bradford’s 21st Birthday. Welcome to Level 21. Does it still count if he’s on the Rainbow Bridge? How dare I? Considering how sick I’ve been, I’ll be driving up the Rainbow Road pretty soon.

(Cue Mario Kart Rainbow Road Theme). Any version? I doubt Braxton’s idea of Heaven would be a car ride. I can’t say Virgil Vivi’s would be either. 2-V aka V aka Five. My youngest son. But we’re here to remember Braxton, are we not? Pancake:

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

It was the morning after Braxton’s First Walk. I sat on the bed with a plate of waffles. Or was it French Toast? Anyway, I left to get a drink. Not two minutes later, this ball of fluff, who wasn’t a year old, had jumped on the bed and nearly drowned in syrup and crumbs.

So the next day I had pancakes, and I placed them up high. My Ma says, “You must love pancakes.” And there you have it. I would tell Braxton, “I love you like pancakes,” meaning I placed him above everything. Of course, there’s the “I didn’t pour the BISQUICK, but you’re my pancake.” The Walking Dead… Look it up. Then there was the way he curled up in my lap.

Not much of a story, huh? Here’s another: On one of his birthdays, his Favorite Girl made him a cake with meat, potatoes, beans, cheese, and treats. We watched the first season of the reality show “Solitary,” Episode 3, “To Eat or Not to Eat” to be specific. And why?

Sophia, up to that very day, I had never seen Braxton give up on “people food.” It was blasphemy. Not that he didn’t enjoy it. But “For the First Time in Forever,” his eyes were bigger than his stomach, and he tapped out. Braxton only surrendered to food once more.

It’s why he didn’t see 16-21. He stopped eating. Here I am at 41, not eating. So uh Happy Birthday Braxton… Braxton’s Birthday Volume V

1839 Days Without B III, Day 1280 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 225 ~B A Tax V~

Death, Taxes, and Yabbos. Everything else is a roll of the dice. What about my boys? V was cuddling up against me this morning instead of being at the foot of the bed. B is cute, with V… Annoying? I’m not so mean, but the taxman cometh. B A Tax V

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Journey 225 ~B A Tax V~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… What! Telling lies about my sons? Let’s say Braxton had very few friends. And then there’s 2-V, Virgil…

I swear if Braxton’s little brother walked on two legs and spoke a word of Spanish… He is a Chihuahua after all. Anyway, people would think I’m an abusive parent. I’m busy. I can be a bastard. And this week shows you how broke I am. But abusive, MAGA, never.

Is it wrong that I don’t REALLY know who Bad Bunny is? Hell, I still watched the halftime show on Sunday. And I hear it was a million or a 100 million fans better than…

Whatever MAGA did. Eff MAGA, eff the Cracker Hats, and always and forever FDT, E!

Is that how taxes work? How should I know? But did I mention I was broke? And as far as this week, so far, Inspector…

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

Okay, time for some real confessions: Again, I liked Bad Bunny’s show. And allow me to sound like a Cracker Hat for a minute. Ahem! My “girlfriend,” my woman, M Anime, is Boricua. She’s been teaching me some naughty Spanish… But Spanish ads are annoying.

Why, Inspector? I suppose that if I must listen, if people are going to tell me sweet “Little Lies.” Suppose I must know that I’m a loser. Tell me in a language I’ll understand, Inspector.

Speaking of which, I don’t know what Virgil is saying either. I speak fluent Braxton. Inspector, around this time five years ago, I was the one talking to his box on the nightstand. And the only word that came out was-SORRY. I don’t get it.

I don’t get me. But for around $700… Are those slave prices? Trump’s Big Beautiful Bill… Effed me. How dare he or anybody? B III Braxton Barks Bradford. Anyway Inspector.

Seriously, my account is empty, but what about my empathy? Last night, M Anime was telling me about a horrific experience she endured or almost. The fear was very real.

Inspector, Five guys? Not the burger joint, though meat was involved. I’d cut them off…

So while she shared this, what do you think I was thinking? She’s safe and sound. Those S.O.B.’s my sadistic tendencies for all involved, them and her, and then “I Wanna Sex You Up.” Nothing is certain but death, taxes, and my deviance. Which is worse? B A Tax V.

1837 Days Without B III, Day 1278 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 220 ~Braxton, Virgil, Bill Me~

How much per boob? Those boobs who are my kids. I could never afford them both. A boob’s in the mirror. My girls aren’t boobs, but they have nice pairs. But I need to paid for the STUPID Bowl food, books, my boy V, and bills. Braxton, Virgil, Bill Me

Friday, February 6, 2026

Journey 220 ~Braxton, Virgil, Bill Me~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Not for much longer, though. How am I ever going to afford more books? The ladies…

Does the food truck lady miss me yet? I swear, with the STUPID Bowl coming up, I could use some shrimp and wings. What about Buffalo Wild Wings? Are there any “Pretty, Pretty, Pretty, Pretty, Pretty Girls,” there? But being a Beast of Burden doesn’t pay too well, I’m afraid to say. And I’m not with The Rolling Stones, and I’m not Bill Cosby, Eww!

CONSENT, C$ck, and Coin, Sophia. I haven’t spoken to Braxton’s Favorite Girl in a bit.

Cherry is begging for help, but I’m a bad man with an Indecent Proposal, so I’ll keep my mouth shut. And I meant that in a Negan and John Gage sort of way, not R. Kelly. Eff him, eff MAGA and FDT now and always.

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

But shouldn’t I be worried about Virgil eating, and when Braxton wasn’t eating? Five years…

B III has been gone for five years. 2-V is five-years-old. And come August, he will have been here for five years. If I make it that long. Speaking of long, black, and hard, um…

There’s my boys’ potential stepmom, M Anime. “Guess who’s back, back again?” “’Cause it feels so empty Without Me.” What, the world? Our “Young Hearts Run Free?” This queen-sized bed? The spot between her legs? Honestly, must I be so crass? You should listen to me and M Anime sometime. And she hasn’t run away… Again? But that’s why she hasn’t read the words, “I forgive you,” or “apology accepted.” I am still a bit…

Terrified! I’d say I should read up on loyalty, but isn’t that why we have dogs? And I’ve read two dog books so far. I’m hoping to make it three, but between the worrywarts Virgil and me, my woman and wanking off. Honestly, M Anime is a goddess. And Sophia…

Yeah, I clean up nice, and I’m desperate for the cash. “Ten dollar a lot of money.” Seriously, I’m using “Glory” during Black History Month? Wasn’t I accused of ragebait about a week ago? I could be using my cute boys. Instead I’m using my as Chef put it my “Salty Chocolate Balls.” Again Eww… But, wow… Is that what M meant about chocolate being for girls?! Charlie Brown’s “Aaugh!”Doctors Braxton, Virgil, Bill Me.

1832 Days Without B III, Day 1273 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 218 ~Braxton, Virgil, What’s ROUND?~

The world keeps turning, without B III, with the dance M Anime and I are in. And milkshakes? If she’d charge me. How do I keep my head on straight when there are so many curves to traverse? And rounds to fight. Braxton, Virgil, What’s ROUND

Wednesday, February 4, 2026

Journey 218 ~Braxton, Virgil, What’s ROUND?~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… And not just with my wording. And do you see what time it is? Where Is My Mind?

If my head could be anywhere this moment… Both of them… I’d choose Yabbos. And preferably, somewhere far away. “It’s the perfect time of year. Somewhere far away from here.” But while I would choose some woman’s Yabbos, I only want to leave because of this. Five years ago, somewhere in this state, I assume, my Little Braxton was cremated.

Thursday, February 4, 2021. Braxton got his walking papers on Sunday, January 31, 2021, so it wasn’t like he’d need his legs for much longer. That’s effed up, Inspector. Seriously.

But even more so is the fact that my boys, Braxton and Virgil, weren’t the first things on my brain. And it wasn’t even Yabbos. But we’ll get there. It was time. One, three zero.

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

1:30 AM, and we are only now talking? I effed off for about an hour. Fell back asleep, and now these hands keep slipping back to the phone. And I wonder why I’m broke, Echo.

You don’t hear any round coins hitting the bank account lately. And I have to “pray” that the car keeps rolling. I hope Virgil keeps his little round head on. And what about my glasses? I need to set up an eye exam. And you know, people are asking about ones and zeros all around me. I effing hate math. Then there’s playing DJ at the Day Job? The music.

Playlist. Track numbers. I worry about the most useless things. Would I say the same thing about my black balls?

Well, they ain’t turning blue but not from a lack of trying. Am I trying to wreck things with M Anime again? And isn’t Cherry my friend? And I should check on Braxton’s Favorite Girl. She doesn’t even know me and M Anime, “Me and Mrs. Jones…” Hell if “I’ll grow to be a wise man. Well, I ask if I’ll grow old.” With who? I should make M Anime, my Julia (1984), my Mrs. Jones to be Mrs. Bradford. Crazy right? She admits infatuation. I call her “My Obsession.” Speaking of which, Cherry’s crying about money like we all are. And her two big money makers. Hell, I’d go broke for those. I see M’s for free. Boys, boobies, balls… Braxton, Virgil, What’s ROUND?

1830 Days Without B III, Day 1271 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 213 ~Braxton Decides, Virgil Obeys~

So, WWE Royal Rumble or dog movies with explosions mixed in and loneliness? Every time I Turn Around, Back In Love Again. Or do I really, really, like her Twins? Is B gone? I ain’t accepting that! Decisions, Decisions. “Braxton Decides, Virgil Obeys.”

Friday, January 30, 2026

Journey 213 ~Braxton Decides, Virgil Obeys~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… As if I’m the Decider in these things. Wasn’t that Bush? My history is somewhat hazy.

“A man chooses, a slave obeys.”
― Andrew Ryan BioShock

Yes, I know “Bioshock.” I know MAGA and Republicans ruin things. They are no longer the party of Lincoln. But what I know most of all today. My son is dead. Well, he was dying this time five years ago. But still, there was so much to write: preparation, A-Hole.

I might as well say it, I’m an “Asshole.” Denis Leary sings it better. But am I an asshole for making bad decisions? Or is it because I decided I’m a doing nothing bum? Duh!

You didn’t come here to make the choice; you’ve already made it. You’re here to understand why you made it.
The Oracle, The Matrix Reloaded

Making the decision and living with it are two entirely different entities. In The End…

Well, Sophia, I’m always wrong. Whatever happened to WWJD? “I said he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus.” Not B III! What Would Braxton Do?

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

Fight, Feast, and take care of his failure of a father. When have I ever fought? My feast today will probably be McDonald’s. Yes, I said probably. And tomorrow will be more of the same. A burger, and then I have to get BBQ. The traditional meal of Braxton’s Happy Death Day, January 31st, 5th Anniversary. And failure? I’m sitting on the loveseat, and I watch my youngest son. And it helps to pass the time.” Because making any decisions.

Hell! I can say I’m better than MAGA with it. Then again, I sentenced my oldest son, my Braxton, to die. Euthanasia… I hate that word! And I’m still wondering what Virgil’s problem is. I know he’s not Braxton reincarnated. Reading another pet loss book.

Sophia, don’t ask me how I pick out books. It’s like writing “I feel his hand on my brain. When I write rhymes, I go blind and let the Lord do his thing”. Braxton? Tupac…

Anyway, as I was telling M Anime or trying to. My words, like decisions, are pretty bad, but as far as the past goes, as Eastman imparted to Morgan in TWD. I wanted to say:

Eastman: “What we’ve done, we’ve done.”
Morgan: “We evade it by moving forward with a code to never do it again.”
Eastman: “To make up for it.”
Morgan: “To still accept what we were.”
Eastman: “To accept everyone… And in doing that, protect yourself.”
TWD

And as much as MAGA wants us all to live “from the age of Big Brother, from the age of doublethink,” the past cannot be undone. I have the present: Virgil, M Anime, and me.

Will I love him? Forgive her? And will I get a burger? Accept Braxton’s loss… Uh… Braxton Decides, Virgil Obeys.

1825 Days Without B III, Day 1266 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 211 ~Braxton’s Balancing Act, Virgil~

There’s a house, there’s a home, and then there’s this place. There’s “Fire and Desire,” but it’s all Hell. There are B and V. B’s a spirit, spook, or a specter, and V is a scaredy cat, um, dog. It’s a balancing act. “Braxton’s Balancing Act, Virgil”

Wednesday, January 28, 2026

Journey 211 ~Braxton’s Balancing Act, Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… On this day five years ago, I stood between “rage and serenity.” The middle of the effing road.

The most dangerous place to drive. Really! Movie Quotes! X-Men: First Class vs. They Live. That reminds me. Am I watching dog movies Saturday, or The Mill, Spontaneous, and other things? Tradition, Inspector Echo. Braxton and my movie nights. Memories. Sometimes his Favorite Girl would be here to watch with us. I would read right from this loveseat. I cried my eyes out the first night B III passed. Hell, I sound like MAGA, Echo.

Unlike Trump and the Cracker Hats, I own my sins. Why isn’t Braxton here, Inspector? Because, with these hands, I signed away his life. I couldn’t protect my firstborn. Braxton.

“I’ve abandoned my child! I’ve abandoned my boy!”
Daniel Plainview

I’ve never seen the movie “There Will Be Blood.” But there was—anger at the Day Job, hiding from Braxton.

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

Indifference, my dear Inspector. This is my greatest sin. I don’t want to feel anything.

Man will always choose darkness rather than light. First, do I mean me? And second, I said choose, but there is no choice. I’m scared, I’m sinful in a PURGE sort of way. All crimes, including… And am I sexual? Yeah. I don’t choose. I fall. Tight rope be damned.

If Braxton were here, you could ask him. Good would have been recognizing something was wrong with him and getting help. Eff the Day Job. Bad would have been taking my anger at people out on him. But no, I picked him up and fell asleep—our last good sleep.

Up all night/morning Thursday, I called the vet that afternoon…

And? And! He would be dead by Sunday. All because I couldn’t maintain balance, Echo.

“Sitting in Limbo.” Only now it isn’t the Day Job—love vs. Later. B III vs 2-V They are both my sons, my kids. But between my sister and me. My Old Man clearly chooses her. And I can’t say I blame him. But I’m the same. I mourn Braxton, but where does V stand?

Love vs. Hate. I already told “her” that I don’t hate her. M Anime! Braxton’s Favorite Girl would kick my ass for talking to M Anime now. But between M and I… Rage, Lust, and…

Love? Nah… Braxton would bark I need to choose Love for myself. Life or death? Breathing? Braxton’s Balancing Act, Virgil

1823 Days Without B III, Day 1264 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will