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Chronicle 148 ~Pump The Breaks B~

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To think I damned last Friday. Today’s Black Friday, so yeah, my “Humiliations Galore….” Well, I don’t want to talk about it, then again I do, but my son is gone. When nobody is Happy you survived the day, then I’d get back here. “Pump The Breaks B.”

Friday, November 26, 2021

Chronicle 148 ~Pump The Breaks B~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means there should be no more humiliation. Penis Rocket, Bernie Sanders, lying to Stephen Colbert.

Hell, with today being “Black Friday.” the Humiliations Galore portion of my life was multiplied. If I started talking about all my shame today, I would never ever stop Sophia. I could always tell you some more about Braxton. Always with the pain of his loss, everything pales in comparison, my lady. It’s pretty fucked up using Braxton this way. Would you rather me tell you a pornographic tale? Yet again, I will lie to NaNoWriMo about “Behave In The Cherry Patch.” I finished reading “Only Gone From Your Sight.” So many stories. But the one that came to mind this afternoon was when I escaped for an hour at lunch. Am I trying to remember happier times with my lost boy? After a nap.

Anyway, when I do get a lunch break, I would come back to walk Braxton. I’m trying to remain “cheerful,” Lady Sophia, honest. AHEM, so I’d return, and we’d walk the path behind the house. I could be late a minute or so getting back to the Day Job, but B III IS worth it. He was so tiny that when he sneezed, sometimes he would bang his head on the floor. No wonder he was on a quest for comfy spots. Hardheaded but a soft behind, that’s B. I could never figure out what was wrong with one side of his bed, you know. Saving a place for me? He could have wanted me to sit my ass down. Sometimes for only ten minutes.

Once, when we first got here, I remember that I came back to the house, and Braxton had slipped through the bars to greet me. I can tell you so many miracles of Braxton showing love, but him staying with me, not sprinting outside. Impossible, Parenting, I did it right. Sophia, of course, you know my favorite view of Braxton. Waking up like I did today, and B III at the foot of the bed staring out the door. He would come back and decide if I was strong enough. If he cuddled me, I’d drift off. If he ran around the bed. “Daddy’s awake.” That was his way of telling me it was time to live but 299 Days Sophia. Pump The Breaks B

299 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Chronicle 141 ~Cause It’s Friday B~

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I wonder if Friday the 19th could be a thing. The 13th has zing. I live my horror story, Friday the 29th, back in January. Either way, you slice it; a dog’s dead or dying. A killer is on the streets (Rittenhouse), and today sucks. Cause It’s Friday B

Friday, November 19, 2021

Chronicle 141 ~Cause It’s Friday B~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that might be enough to forget that it is Friday in a Sensory Deprivation Tank.

I hate Fridays though I should be enjoying this one considering Black Friday is coming up next. I could tell you the stories of the decade in which I have wasted my life at the Day Job. Humiliations Galore… nothing hurts more than the Friday I found out about B. Anyway, we’ll get to him; we always do. Even now, I’m not making him a priority. Hell, I didn’t make Cherry one either, and she has Yabbos. What about the supervisor today I couldn’t talk to? To see my cowardice in real-time, Lady Sophia. My effing Day Job, ok? When Braxton was dying, I was on the phone; I was all over the place. At the moment, I would rather be nowhere at all, Sophia.

Don’t mind me, while I was dicking around, I finished reading the book “I Am Nelson.” A dead dog, plus watching a killer go free… Yes, I saw the Kyle Rittenhouse verdict. And then where are we now, Lady S? 292 Days without my son. Then there’s the next day. While I was busy paying for Yabbos, I found my paycheck adequate. Art thou happy? Hackers and spam have been plaguing me this week, but nothing today. Art thou happy? I’ve felt a splash of inspiration from music and movies Lady Sophia. Art thou happy? Today, hell no, I’m tired, and I hate myself. I hate my life. Even sitting in bed ain’t easy right now. But it could always be worse. On the floor…

How low will you go? A lot of people ask themselves this when the weekend is upon us. I already talked about being on the ground scaping up fries someday this week. Braxton would be appalled. More when I spoke to him last night about what I didn’t do Saturday. I’m still not a BELIEVER, but God bless dogs. I saw that I forgot all about the reason I even started this blog. I missed November 5th. As I was buried in kitchen playsets, vacuum cleaners, bedding, and dog toys. Only one memory, a single day, stuck in my mind. Sophia, today is Friday. One more day to hate like all the others. Do I have stories to bring about sleep? Cause It’s Friday B

292 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Gospel 006 ~Look Ma, No Wills~

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And this ladies and gentlemen will explain why I create playlists and listen to audiobooks on a road trip. Because you don’t want to be stuck listening to me, but better yet, can we stay home? Look Ma, No Wills

Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Gospel 006 ~Look Ma, No Wills~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but how do I keep it together from one dollar to the next? In my businesses for once, I’m running towards and not away from. Yet with so much beauty in the world, you take my breath away. My Love how I wish I could come up with something like the song or the movie line, “You Make Me Better,” or “As Good As It Gets.” For now, though, all I want to do is shut-up. We both know the next words out of my mouth will be more songs and films. Also, the things I want to say to you is as always pretty confusing.

It’s like riding a unicycle. Hell, I would prefer that to a walk on eggshells or broken glass. My life has been spent trying not to say the wrong thing. Along with that, I get bombarded by people asking me or telling me I have to speak. Next thing you know, I’m BELITTLED, BLOCKED, or behind BARS. The things I say in our bedroom at times, what must you think of me, baby girl? I’m sure it was worse when we first met. Which should I be more ashamed of, hmm? I never learned how to ride my bike, and yet I wanted to be one of the Biker Boyz. How about the fact that I didn’t know the first thing about talking to you? Somehow I learned. Better men have sung, I’ll Do It For You and if you ever did want that motorcycle-riding bad boy, well My Love.

I would be glad to be the man who can fix a flat tire for you for now. To have such big dreams and it’s the simple things like breathing that I find so difficult. It’s being the focus of anyone. That’s what you are to me, and here’s another song, “you are my fire, the one desire.” You married me, gave me a family, and a home, and I dare to ask even more. To listen, to hear, to understand. Well, I know I don’t make that easy baby doll. I keep on rolling along, not knowing if we’re lost, how fast I’m going, what’s going to make me stop. When I stop talking, though, what do I expect, will you know me any better. How I hope every day; Look Ma, No Wills.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 365 ~No Ma’am, That’s Will~

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I can’t say I have much experience, meeting a girl’s parents, and after all, I’m still in mourning over one mom. At my Day Job, it’s nothing but “Yes Ma’am” and “No Ma’am.” You would think I have creative pet names. “No Ma’am, That’s Will.”

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Log 365 ~No Ma’am, That’s Will~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that’s because I never want to say, “no Ma’am” ever again. I don’t want to say yes Ma’am or Sir, either. Do I sound, disrespectful, delusional, or dumb? When I first met you, what did I say? Was I smooth like Luther Vandross. “Excuse me miss, but what’s your name?” I’m not as young Tevin Campbell was when he sang, “Can we talk for a minute, Girl I want to know your name.” Now shall I get all poetic with William Shakespeare, and what not?

You see My Love and don’t I call you that often enough? Anyway, my mother raised a gentleman with somewhat mixed results. It’s not that I want to be disrespectful to women or my elders, no let them keep all that. One more reason I got out of retail. Now, of course, with the business I’m in, I call women all sorts of things, but I never forget. You Baby Girl, and I know some people consider that title creepy like Baby Doll and the like. Hell, one of my best friends, I call her Honey Bunny. I wonder, does she remember when I introduced her to Pulp Fiction? Ringo/Pumpkin and Yolanda/Honey Bunny. What was I saying about being a gentleman again? A gentleman shouldn’t bring up other women or kiss and tell. I never did that with “The Nine.” As with you and me, though, I’m still not sharing.

Okay, so I’m learning to love my name again. If anything, I love hearing it come from your lips. I could talk about a few other names, but that’s more of a Thursday thing. Again if I ever start scheduling “relations,” feel free to shoot me. However, if you wanted to make a cute pet name for me like Shelby from Girlfriend Reviews for her boyfriend. I would be all for that. What about teaching the kids how to address people? Why can’t they all be like My Firstborn? I’m a Southern Man and as always one for tradition. Not Confederate history, but I mean manners. So yeah, yes sir, no sir, Ma’am or Ms., Please and Thank You. I know Baby Girl, I don’t like dealing with most people. I’m sure our children will have friends calling me Mr. at some point, I’m sure.

I’m a man, lover, friend, daddy, No Ma’am, That’s Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 358 ~Will Schedule You In~

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Do you think there’s some woman out there thinking she’s going to change my life forever? For the worse, maybe, but aren’t I the same? One day though, I won’t be the guy in the mask, plain or ski. I’ve never worn a fedora either. Will Schedule You In

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Log 358 ~Will Schedule You In~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but what time did it happen? When is the best time to become a father? As much of traditionalist as I am, I’m not one for dinner at 6:00 PM. I don’t want to be someone working a nine to five. With my aspirations, I want to play for twelve hours. You ask me about our family, though. At present, I wake up at 4:00 AM ever morning. Yeah, I’ll offer Dr. Eric Thomas my apologies because 3:00 AM kills me. Hell Baby Girl, if I ever become one to schedule when we make love, feel free to shoot me. Wanting you is an all the time thing; you know me.

One of those other things you know, though, is I’m a stickler for time. When it comes to us, though, well, there’s this thing called forever. I look at our children and being a writer and all, should I say always. At this very moment, I see my firstborn, and still, I haven’t seen his every little hair turn gray. He has a beard, but he’s only growing up. That’s what I’m still trying to do My Love. There are twenty-four hours in each of our days. Only I want to give you more time every minute, every hour, every day. Dare some call this obsession, but why not? I gave a whole week to my depression, and yes, I’m still not over it, I’m afraid to say. Why do I stay up so late? Didn’t someone say, don’t go to bed angry? I’ve talked about having twenty seconds of insane courage as the movie goes. In exchange, I want to offer you a lifetime of happiness, my baby doll.

Only nobody can schedule the hurt… well, a certain kind of hurt mind you. I don’t know the next time I’m going to be afraid. What about the next friend that will send me into a spiral-like last week? I’m becoming a bit like Captain Hook and his fear of clocks. I might even understand how some Christians talk about God’s good all the time. You are My Goddess. As another song goes, I only think of you on Two Occasions. Of course, those are called Night and Day. I never planned on being scary like with you know who. I didn’t plan on loving you, wifey, but one day I said to myself, My Love, Will Schedule You In.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 110 ~Nice Day For Will~

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Is it sad that lying in bed and going to my friend’s wedding sound equally appealing but 750+ miles, like the movie Only The Strong one way or another I’m getting in that car and driving another three miles? Nice Day For Will

Saturday, October 19, 2019

Log 110 ~Nice Day For Will~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and it’s a nice day for a white wedding. Well, how Indiana Gone tells it, more for a Hawaiian dress. She’s Lilo, and she found her Stitch. In honor of today, I want to keep things positive. Talk about the impossible right, sore foot, forgot my chain, spilled food in bed, no condoms, and so on.

I’m still worried about the house’s many flips from my father. Norton is getting on my nerves. My son is in the hands of strangers, getting his heart meds. What about the drive back, that’s no fun, not at all.

Even now, Lady Lu, I’m getting ready to drive over to the venue. Yes, I’m a control freak, and I have to make sure I can make it there and back. We’re talking three miles when I drove over 750 in one day. What about leaving all my stuff here, but I don’t trust any damn body (LANGUAGE). Did I offend The Bride last night, between my foot, forgetfulness, and fatigue? At least I won’t have to worry about dinner tonight, but I’ve barely kept anything down. I’m all for Subway and helping my fellow man, but I still threw away half a sub. So is that it, am I done complaining? I only want to get it all out before I head into this wedding this afternoon. I should smile my fucked-up smile (LANGUAGE). I did text M. Anime back and got myself ready to go. Lady Lu with today well, This Is It.

Funny, I think of Michael Jackson; I owe The Bride a dance. The weather is nice, and again with my foot, it doesn’t hurt so much. The bed here is comfy, and I did get a bit of breakfast. Now that was something I didn’t dare to do at the Courtyard by Marriott. I should feel like I’m ready to take on the world, well 750 miles of it, right. Even talking to you right now because I’m sure I’ll be entirely out of it by tonight. No drinking and driving Lady Lu; besides I drank with Indiana Gone once, one glass of wine, and I’m a lightweight. Later that night and that morning I was praying at the Porcelain Altar. Okay, I’m going to have fun today, I’m going to be SHUDDERS Happy. You should add “Merge” to my lists of dirty words, Luna.

Today, Nice Day For Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Episode 275 ~But Will I Love~

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I hate my day job so I’m always ready to run out of there but I love my writing, and that’s why I’m sitting here at, what time is it; and of course I wouldn’t leave the right woman, won’t go getting tired of her. “But Will I Love”

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Episode 275 ~But Will I Love~

Dear Future Wife,
How To Make One Million Dollars, well movie seats are getting comfier. I can’t say that buying furniture is my forte. One day I should give it a chance. I’m always tired, and B III has a bunch of cozy spots. I’d make falling in love easier.

“THEY,” say it took everything for Malcolm X to kneel before Allah. My backside still hurts from being knocked to my knees before the altar. (Why I don’t believe in spanking children; another story). The fear though. I was scared I would hurt Triple B being on his level. I was terrified that I wasn’t enough when I got down on one knee for you. For now, with our other kids, I know I don’t have all the answers. Scraped knees, falling ice cream cones. You know how I am cleaning. Still, while I want to be the dad that reads to them every night, I again worry. You know maybe this is why Santa only does it once a year, getting the big plush chair. His suit made for more than warmth. You know I hope you’re sitting down for this one. The truth is simple and like most truths offensive. LOVE IS EXHAUSTING.

Is that a mean thing to say? I don’t love my Day Job that’s why it sucks having to take breaks. I was ready to yell at my boss, so I wasn’t “having a seat.” I hate that sound of my knees cracking as I’ve been there so long. Love is when I kneel to pet B III. When I hold him in bed as he cries because I don’t know what else to do. Every refilled dish, rubbing his belly, playing the monster when he wrestles with his toys. Again being the father who knows someday the kids won’t need me to read to them. How about being told to sit in waiting rooms for a variety of reasons. Don’t let the kids be like me. Trips to Disney and Universal, did I tell you I hate Space Mountain?

Standing beside you was simple. In comparison looking back how lazy was I when you brought our kids into the world. Such is the strength and courage it took to hold them. There are some jobs, privileges, and honors a person can’t fail. To be weak, to not be perfect. I hold no delusions about myself, but I still cleaned for hours. I don’t want to be sick. I have my real work, my reading, and writing. It’s incredible you read as much as me. Saturday’s we still lie here listening to “Nuclear Pop.” As if I’m living in those days of “The Cold War.” I have to shut myself away from you and the kids in my; not Man Cave. I will forever be a traditionalist, my Study. What did I say; furniture shopping?

What is it “THEY” say about good deeds? I Love You; kids can be a pain in the behind. One kid has fangs. You needn’t ask But Will I Love?

I Will Have No Fear

Episode 268 ~A Will Of Curiosity~

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I wish somebody knew me as well as my dog, whenever somebody asks me questions about myself, it’s for dirt, if they read me, they are looking for the worse in me, and nobody appreciates my fandoms yet when I ask about someone. A Will Of Curiosity not

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Episode 268 ~A Will Of Curiosity~

Dear Future Wife,
How To Make One Million Dollars, figure out dogs, I know my son. B III loves Milk-Bone MaroSnacks, and Vitamin Treats; hates Dentastixs. He twirls when he does something of merit. He sits outside the bathroom door when I take an evening shower. He knows me, a part of me is sad because like father like son. What you know can’t hurt you. We’re both sticklers at clock-watching; I hate being late; we both want to assess our environments. He loves me, and I love him and when it comes to people?

I believe in love at first sight. So when I first met you as Elton John sang “If I was a sculptor…” Now while I could never excel at science my curiosity, creativity. My craving is never satisfied. Life is about learning. Liking is about belief. Love is both evolution and revolution. However, as you know, I am not a man of faith. If you like without understanding? Well, I’ve said before they make love seem like the scariest monster that’s ever existed; like room 1408. You know I like horror movies. Triple B knows not to bother me during The Walking Dead. You both know that last Sunday’s episode The Calm Before; well nightmares.

You see I want to learn how to love you. I want to know everything, but if you ever asked me how I want to be? You’ll probably beat my ass for saying this (LANGUAGE). Only I want Autumn Reeser, more to the point Taylor Townsend. Yes, I have a thing for brunettes. Okay, even more to the fact, somebody that gets all my references. You know how we can lie here together and rant about what just happened on the show, the horror, the horror sigh. We try to sleep and then we spend the morning watching YouTube videos, venting about the same episode. B III might be my ultimate weapon. How long did it take one of my friends to win him over? Four months, talk about being an excellent judge of character.

Curiosity killed the cat THEY say but satisfaction… One more reason I’m still walking. Why I like zombies and why I love you. So much that my life is an open book and I’ll again tell you I have my secrets. So you drink from the well that is my madness. You sing I want to Sink To The Bottom with you. Or are we Dead In The Water? All this is coming from someone who’s terrified of the water. But why do you scare me so much more? Unlike swimming I’m learning, wanting to know A Will Of Curiosity.

I Will Have No Fear

Episode 267 ~Success’s An Option, Failure’s Not~

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What do I want at this moment, to get out of a shift at work and at first I would say I’m afraid; no it’s because I don’t want those “people” to get there rocks off making me stupid, that’s a success. Success’s An Option; Failure’s Not

Monday, March 25, 2019

Episode 267 ~Success’s An Option, Failure’s Not~

Seventy-Seventh Rule Madam Justice

How To Make One Million Dollars, as the song goes I’ve Been Everywhere girl. I’ve written love letters, tried songwriting, poetry, short stories, novels even more. You know it started with two words MY NAME. Again with my hypocrisy. I wanted to be a comedian, war correspondent, a pilot, a sailor, even the Secretary of Defense. I suppose if all these things have anything in common, it’s a need to escape. Rewrite the rules, and since I’m on a music kick, I want to Fly Away Madam Justice, I must.

As morbid as this may be, we’re all destined to leave this place one way or another. How many steps do we take while we’re here? I think I’ve seen the ocean, there are pictures, but I don’t remember. There were plenty of trips to Florida with my family. Why yes I’m about to sound like an ungrateful SOB. Only looking back on my life that’s like a prisoner being allowed to walk the yard, once a year. I’ve been to New Jersey, New York, Washington D.C. but these words Madam Justice. Not only the ones I write but the ones that echo in my mind. None of us are free. Now for the first time, I have to travel “On My Own Alone” well with B III, of course.

Do I want to talk about “Indiana Gone’s” Wedding? What about my success? My motivations always go on and on about finding out what you want? Yes, a bestseller, brothel, my slice of Babylon. I want to see the world Madam Justice. Still, here I am scared to death in my own “home.” So this leads me back to escape. Only do I want to outrun my fear, face it down and conquer it, live with it but dare to do so? If it’s not that, success is me wanting to find something but what? That I’m not as STUPID as everyone would have me be. At the moment I wouldn’t mind being Jordan Peele, going that deep with “US.” What about the meaning of life hmm. I found it.

Seek out a kingdom Worthy Of Your Soul. Now when did I forget that? My motivations say that the purpose of life is to be happy. So I could be looking for that. Dare I call that success? What’s one more song or movie, as Eminem put it “Lose Yourself.” I need to get Untethered from the “man” I am. In the end a Carnival Of Flesh or Gold, All I Ever Wanted. Well, a success I’m stopping with the music. With my life Justice, Success’s An Option; Failure’s Not.

I Will Not Have Fear

Episode 261 ~Add It Up, Will~

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In love with love, no, how about a girl, as for now, still living that bachelor life, and becoming obsessed with Detroit: Become Human, Crave, and work is killing me; not even enough for a drug habit. “Add It Up, Will,” Love Is All You Need

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Episode 261 ~Add It Up, Will~

Dear Future Wife,
How To Make One Million Dollars, fall in love or didn’t you miss me? Was it a choice? I mean it should be right and dare I say romantic to say it out loud. Only everything points to the contrary. As the song goes, your Love Is My Drug; I like Kesha…

People use words and phrases like, you killed it, slay, and fierce. Then they wonder why some run from love. Now, this wouldn’t be the first time I said something that ticked you off quite considerably. I knew this mom once… anyway, when I saw you, I was downright petrified. Yesterday I talked about what Medusa did to men, turned them to stone. Makes sense that my heart would skip a beat, that I couldn’t catch my breath. Also, my feet were solid concrete slippers. Almost a moment after though I was like a zombie waking up and what was I willing to do to stay alive. When we take our first breath, it’s not a choice. Everything we are makes this demand, sometimes more, others less but need it.

How many songs, movies, and books preach that love is all we need. Speaking of novels, I’ve told you before I want to love you like one. I want to fill our home with you. I can’t go a second, my watch ticking down to when I’m with you again. Like this morning if you weren’t here. Of course, I would be cursing my clock for waking me up from my dreams of you. My hands would be Jonesing for my Kindle, a pencil, my keyboard to speak to you. I can hear the words Toxic, Poison, maybe even Fever. Would it be better as I say often enough, it’s a disease this thing called love. Hell, it’s damn near a crime unless you’re like one of these “Alpha Males” I read sometimes. Should I be asking for a billion?

No, you would be the Padmé Amidala to my Anakin Skywalker. Only you joined me in front of “God” and some others, and you scare them too, My Love. I wonder did you look me up. Did you want to know all about me? Then again I’m an open book, and you walked in and became my heroine, my muse and love. I want to give you such a life as you gave me. Is that why I was so slow finding you, being this Walker, a Whisperer, and an avid TV/Movie Watcher. The addictions that I gave up and those we indulge in together. I have no more bad headaches from 5-hour ENERGY. My anger fled when I walked out of my day job and was able to begin writing full time. To be with you and our children, and I have never seen anything more beautiful. So yes you are my addiction, infatuation, obsession, I Crave you and what does it cost me… so Add It Up, Will.

I Will Have No Fear