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Gospel 148 ~How Long That’s Will~

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How long will I stay up tonight? How long do I have to write tonight? How long will any sex scenes be since I didn’t read any in Succubs Lord 6? Yet I’m only 15%, so yeah, they’re coming, one way or another. “How Long That’s Will”

Thursday, November 26, 2020

Gospel 148 ~How Long That’s Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now. I wonder how many billionaires were once porn stars or at least invested? I know there are some worth millions, but honest to God, I want to be the first billionaire with that on a resume. Hell, I’m getting my practice in these days. Of course, No Nut November is fucked between NaNoWriMo, Naps, and not wanting to go to the Day Job. Would you like to see me drinking, doing drugs, or dying at some point? Better to pay attention to my dick, so yeah, Six Impossible Things… NOT.

I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in… hell if I know. As I said, I’m working on NaNoWriMo these days. I fudge the numbers. And then, make them back up, and I’m going back and forth tonight whether I’ll write anything at all. This week is almost over SIGH. Of course, I’m staying up half the night checking out porn, which might affect the writing process. Now I get my rocks off, the words come easier, trading one release for another yep. But the time between them, like Dennis Hof, I go looking for the next one. To be honest, it’s the search that takes the hands off the clock because that can go on forever. Hell, much like my list of ladies in “Sinning The Cherry On Top.” Note I’m using the word HELL plenty, but I’m not kidding myself. It’s like I’m there, and I’m not masochistic.

So what would be my Heaven, you ask me? My writing name should be Will Longing, but my porn alias would be Will Longstroke. Yeah, I didn’t spend much time deciding. At least I did get my reading done of Succubus Lord 6 by Eric Vall. 15% still trailing. Strangely enough, if I were going to get into the holiday spirit, it would be with Christmas Erotica. I’ll finish this one last novel and then get into some winter cold warmed by bedroom antics. Oh, another thing, I should eat Thanksgiving dinner sometime tonight. One more excuse not to look in on the “shorties” in my life. I won’t mention one because I ain’t STUPID. I should get back to M Anime, as I’m still trying to work something out with her. In my novel, I added Maisie Williams (drooling).

Lusting after her and Sophie Turner. How Long That’s Will?

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 147 ~Will Vs. St. Patrick~

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Last week didn’t I say something about MAGA Hats? Now I want to punch myself for wearing a green hoody. Money green as the Day Job puts it. More like sickly green I hate getting out of bed. How far is Ireland to start a new life. Will Vs. St. Patrick

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Gospel 147 ~Will Vs. St. Patrick~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so I should be used to green. Do you remember when I said I’m done with McDonald’s after getting food poisoning… how many times? Anyway, I needed a snack after going out today, and no, it was not by any choice, ha-ha. Inspector, I believe it was Kermit who said it ain’t easy being green. Still, I would rather be rich than sick. I want to be wealthy than jealous of every little thing. Killmonger said it must feel good. Tonight as with most nights, I’m exhausted with minimal effort, yeah.

Pondering, what does any of this have to do with St. Patrick? From a quick read, he is the patron saint of Ireland, and he’s known to have banished snakes. Talk about not doing my research right. All I know is, I bought two green hoodies today, both for the Day Job, no fun ever. Of “Two Of The Lucky Ones,” no, I’m not one. Neither am I the Fortunate One. For damn sure, I wish I was dressed like “The One.” Yes, I know Grammarly is going to ding my ask for saying one so many times. If I were a good writer, I wouldn’t be suffering right now. Yes, I’m being a bit dramatic, but “Humiliations Galore” are becoming a way of life. Okay, I should stop talking about them, but I need something to sing about to get to bed sometime soon. Or I could and should stop lying to NaNoWriMo and having to make up counts.

Now I always do Inspector Echo. If you add in what I meant to do last night and tonight, well damn, we are looking at three-thousand, so I should be proud. Nope, because I still have to read; I only hope Goodreads counts the paltry amount I read only tonight. Nothing I have been doing has qualified me for sainthood. Spending everything on Eric Vall because I’m still scared of A.J. Markam and especially K Webster. You don’t know how hard I was fighting such terror at the Day Job. Okay, I failed plenty, Inspector. Nothing of this line of thinking holds any weight on St. Patrick. I only know Saint’s Row and St. Raphael as I put him in my novel. Please don’t ask me why ever Inspector Echo.

I’m just sorry and tired… sick? Will Vs. St. Patrick

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 144 ~Will Gets Very Math~

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A great man once said, never tell me the odds. For now, I rather not know how many days there in the week. How many people aren’t dead yet. How many words do I need to catch up in NaNoWriMo… around 700. “Will Gets Very Math.”

Sunday, November 22, 2020

Gospel 144 ~Will Gets Very Math~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you’re still wondering what day it is. SIGH, I can’t say I envy you. You know, each week I want to leave you with hope. However, today you feel somewhat between “Fortunate Son” and Tom Petty’s “I Won’t Back Down.” Then you can throw in NPH from Starship Troopers, who said something to the tune of this. It’s simple numbers; they have more. Everything and everyone is coming up with numbers. Only you know which one really concerns me about you.

Okay, as we get into my many failures this week, let’s keep in mind that we are on a time crunch here. You have 23 minutes before WWE’s Survivor Series. It ain’t like you’re going to watch all of it anyway, seeing as how today is for Walkers and Empties… TWD. However, must I remind you that you aren’t dead yet. Neither are you suicidal, but you are definitely envying the dead right now. Of course, that’s the wrong thing to say during the days of Coronavirus, COVID-19. Hell, even wishing for death is somewhat acceptable. Not what you’re doing when it comes to “Sinning The Cherry On Top.” Can you imagine if such trash was allowed to be published? Well, first off, it has to be written, and how is that going? I know even with 2000 words, you didn’t make Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
    Failed
  4. I AM Catching Up With My NaNoWriMo Novel “Sinning The Cherry On Top.”
    Failed
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus Lord 4
    Completed

Should you continue to be selfish. Maybe you should add in the rest of the world and its numbers. I swear if it wasn’t the spammers, every side is fighting from votes, viral, and of course, violence. You might prefer that to the days of actual Hell that await, biblical. Hotdogs don’t seem to be appeasing the Dæmon, and at what time did he get his last meds. Oh yeah, he also needs his nails trimmed. Why don’t we spend some money on black jeans so his Dad can continue to hold down a job? Humiliations galore await you, friend. Yet I’m still going to give you Six Impossible Things when you only need one. From the show that started it all, “The Walking Dead.” JSS Just Survive Somehow. It would help if you got some sleep or food, a shower but Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
  4. I AM Catching Up With My NaNoWriMo Novel “Sinning The Cherry On Top.”
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus Lord 5

You’re not a caveman or a homeless one. Endure and Survive, FOCUS, Do Whatever It Takes. Will Gets Very Math.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 142 ~The Write Will Lie~

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I can’t believe I’m lying to NaNoWriMo. An eight-hour workday, plus picking up my kid’s meds, a pet store that doesn’t sell the right dog food. Then we got food poisoning from McDonald’s, but I got to read, and he took his meds. “The Write Will Lie.”

Friday, November 20, 2020

Gospel 142 ~The Write Will Lie~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but isn’t that a lie I write down every day? How many times are we going to have this conversation? About the things, I shouldn’t make notes of? I swear, I’m getting pushed more and more towards behaving like a Republican. “Dear Leader,” to be precise. You know who I’m talking about, our very own President Trump. I lie about my wealth, going on for years now, in the name of motivation. I make a bunch of promises that don’t account for anything. The most damning thing of all is that I’m failing to produce anything.

Now you are not Inspector Echo but allow me to confess this. I lied to NaNoWriMo tonight or this morning about my word count. It’s not the first time, and I have always made good but not this Saturday at 12:30 AM. Long story short, SIGH I’m tired, My Lady.
Speaking of my novel, I’m on Chapter Thirteen, “As American As Apple Pie.” We’ve got an explosion, what it means to be an American. There’s some torture I’m not allowed to speculate on, considering what it’s about. So why not elaborate while I’m wide awake? The only reason I’m wide awake is that come Sunday, I have to write FAILED, once again on my first of Six Impossible Things. My Addiction kicked my ass Lady Sophia and didn’t I say “Wednesday” that I needed to stop being down on myself?

Yet another lie, I said that I showed up, only to be down on myself. After the days I’ve been having at the Day Job, how could I not be? I wonder what would’ve happened if I signed any form for an overnight. Now I’ve signed my death warrant workwise. Interestingly enough, if I’m going to talk about a crappy employee like myself, what about McDonald’s. If they gave me a receipt and somehow, I found the time, I would complain about the food poisoning I got there again. My sickness routine should remain secret? What I won’t keep hide is this fact. That I want to get to bed at 2:30 AM tonight. That’s why I won’t hold my promise to NaNoWriMo. I’m promising myself that I’m going to get a haircut at the very least. Also, get some food that won’t kill me.

If failing NaNoWriMo doesn’t first. Hell, The Write Will Lie.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 141 ~When Three Agree, Will~

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It’s 3 AM, and there’s no excuse to be up this late unless I’m having a threesome, reading about it, or writing it. Well, I did the last two earlier in the night, and I don’t have a billion dollars or even a million, however. “When Three Agree, Will”

Thursday, November 19, 2020

Gospel 141 ~When Three Agree, Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I still don’t think that will give me all of Jacob’s powers from Succubus Lord 4. If you’re asking why it’s late, I read some Eric Vall and my “Interesting” book. Now I don’t think I would need a billion to start a cult. Okay, it worked for Trump, and I am so afraid that he will end up in my book. It’s okay. It’s never going to get published, and isn’t Wednesday (okay, it’s Thursday) supposed to be a good day? Maybe if I shut off Azur Lane for 30 minutes, I might get this done, Dirty Diana.

Hopefully, by 3:00 AM? Is that what I’m shooting for. At this rate, I am screwed. See, I noticed now that I skipped Wednesday SIGH though I wrote it down. Only I’m too far in right now, so Wednesday will become Thursday and vice versa for this week, this moment. I guess as the song goes, I need to talk about SEX baby. Although the whole last chapter of my book didn’t have any sex whatsoever. What the hell is wrong with me besides being kind of exhausted. No need to inquire what I was Fappening to today. Gotta write. Interesting enough. It wasn’t Azur Lane St. Louis (Luxurious Wheels), Sabrina Nichole, or Tifa Lockhart. What can I tell you? Sometimes a man wants a steak, and other times a Big Mac will do. I’m going to get all kinds of hate for that, but what are the odds, right?

Is anyone reading? Not that I’m begging? I’m saying the odds anyone notices I skipped a day are the same as getting to have a threesome at some point. That’s something I still haven’t done.

And I don’t need a billion dollars to accomplish such an endeavor. I’m not Jacob. Also, I’m not Win William Bridgman, Cain Azrael Fae, or Bastian Barks Barrett. I know I’m one for long-winded names. Think something a southern mom would call out before she beats your ass. My mom never spanked me. The concept turns me on, I’ll admit. However, I wish my freakiness could narrow itself down to three things. It’d give me a fighting chance sometime. At this rate, I’ve said it before I’ll find my Maggie.

The end is coming, but I’ll finish my novel before then. When Three Agree, Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 140 ~Willing By The Days~

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What day is it again? Now those MAGA Hats can, in the words of DX, “Suck It.” At the moment, I’m all for MWGA… doesn’t have the same ring. Not to mention I can’t remember the last time I felt great. “Willing By The Days”

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Gospel 140 ~Willing By The Days~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that’s not why I forgot about you. If anything, I’m forgetting what it feels like to be okay. One of my motivations says, “You did not wake up today to be mediocre.” How I can say at this moment, why yes I did Inspector. Yesterday or today at four in the morning, I planned on doing a great many things. I need a haircut; I should go shopping as everyone is in an uproar. Now it ain’t all bad. I did do 1,900 words. I got my Imp to take his meds for once but will he again? No humiliations.

Now they will come, Inspector Echo. We’re heading into Thanksgiving next week. Can you believe that I actually remembered that? If I think I’m wiped out right about now, I’m in trouble, I’m in real big trouble, as the song goes. Endure and Survive, right? Inspector Echo, the thing is, I’m not sure I want to. No, as always, I’m not suicidal. Only I can’t name a whole lot of stuff that is bringing me joy right now. I have Eric Vall, but his books are saying, expect a twist. I fall asleep to Far Cry 5 stories, reviews, walkthroughs. Fighting my addictions are a bitch, pardon my French. I don’t have anything to be bragging about, and again I have my story to write. So here I am fighting for the days to fly-by, and I only have myself to blame for this mess.

Of course, I could stop, at this second, I want to lie in bed and do nothing. The good news is tonight I won’t be going to bed at 4:00 AM yet again. The bad news is, what will I be doing this weekend. I have a chance to catch up now. I could even do it tonight, but um? Yeah, that’s right. I’ll make promises, and then I’ll cut off my alarm and go right back to sleep. Oh, except for my occupation that’s going to treat me like garbage and make me despise myself. I keep going through Hell, and it’s much bigger than I could ever imagine. Strangely hate isn’t as strong as I hoped, and don’t talk to me about love right now, Inspector Echo. Sorry.

I get back to you only to be down on myself? Willing By The Days

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 137 ~Will Gets His W~

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How many years have I been writing again, how many NaNoWriMos have I won, my blog is how old? Yet here I am thinking 5000 words is too much because I want to watch Walking Dead spinoffs. “Will Gets His W.”

Sunday, November 15, 2020

Gospel 137 ~Will Gets His W~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now; for the moment, you’re looking for that WIN. Funny that you would think of that before WORRY or how about WIPEOUT. I didn’t find my pillow until 3:30 AM. Yeah, I really wanted a Grilled Chicken Salad that much. Today you want to win; only not as much as you want to WATCH, Fear The Walking Dead and The World Beyond tonight, right? Hell much as the song goes, “now I’m a believer Not a trace of doubt in my mind.” Zombies aren’t like WRESTLING… I can ignore that, background noise maybe.

Again and I can’t stress this enough. Ignore the old white guy. Yet I ask you to pay attention to Socrates and his ideas on how to obtain success. You know the old, when you want wisdom, success, money or whatever as badly as you want air, then it’s yours. Motivational speakers like Eric Thomas have been retelling that story time and again. But this afternoon, you’re all about learning to give up sleep. I’m asking you, begging, and pleading with you, “Stay with us. Stay the course!” I tell you quotes from white men? Now that might sound racist? Hell, it’s American history. Once upon a time, your favorite subject. Speaking of which, I speak for your novel characters, and what about the two white senators that crept in. There is also a Russian, and not Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
    Failed
  4. I AM Catching Up With My NaNoWriMo Novel “Sinning The Cherry On Top.”
    Failed
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus 4 (Gnome Place Like Home) A.J. Markham
    Completed

From what you can tell by #6 I’m always buried in some book. How about your own again? So I could keep talking about what you need to do or go right ahead and do the damn thing like yesterday.

Okay, so last night, I stopped on Chapter Nine, A Couple Of Bad Apples. It will be Dr. Sarah Annora Haven’s perspective, and I’m somewhere in the vicinity of 20,100 words. For reference, I should be at 25,000 by now to make it to 50,000 by the month’s end SIGH. With Chapter Ten, I do need to pick out a name for Mr. Fae. So With Sarah, I may focus on The Rule Of Two, like Star Wars Sith, and please stop me, or we’ll be here all day long. Mr. Fae is still seeking his revenge, and nobody seems to have problem severing limbs. But doing Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
  4. I AM Catching Up With My NaNoWriMo Novel “Sinning The Cherry On Top.”
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus Lord 4

Like last night, Whatever It Takes. Will Gets His W.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 135 ~Will You Behave Please…~

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Last week I talked about real people yelling, and now it’s a bunch of people I have created. At least “my character” was just a gravedigger until he discovered the right/wrong body. Better to read from great writers, hmm? Will You Behave Please…

Friday, November 13, 2020

Gospel 135 ~Will You Behave Please…~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I still intend to follow the law. Okay, that’s a lie, sort of Sophia. I’ll go all “Cult of Ralston,” like in Eric Vall’s book. Yes, I’m still reading, and I have a God awful amount of writing to do tonight. The Dæmon isn’t helping. However, I could say the same thing about my phone. You know I still haven’t gotten around to listening to all of M. Anime’s messages. There’s a reason I don’t use Dragon Naturally Speaking. Also, I’m always listening to music or videos from wherever SIGH.

The good news is; I’m starting to enjoy reading again. I’m repeating myself, but after two books leaving me “freaked,” Eric Vall has been a welcome change. Now It seems my days have been filled with new and old books being shoved in my face, more procrastination. Even the bottles on my Dæmon’s medication are welcome. Only my hands are always smelling like hot dogs. Today I had to almost throw the gate to block his path of escape. My Boy has become quite the connoisseur when it comes to his food. I should be. Sometime tonight, we’ll get to that or maybe next week? I’ve got dinner to make, and I was so looking forward to a nice grilled chicken salad with all the fixings. It beats looking at another bucket of chicken Sophia.

A grave is a human bucket, right? I don’t know if that makes any sense. Only my characters in “Sinning The Cherry On Top” aren’t either. Can I say for the record? Um, is it wrong to talk about my novel in a particular genre? I won’t dare compare myself to some of the greats. Last night I spoke about how Trump crept into my book. You should turn away if you don’t want SPOILERS. So the gentleman looking to bankrupt The Moondust is a father “avenging” his daughter. Someone blackmailing politicians at The Moondust.

Interestingly enough, all these people are way smarter than me. We have Dr. Sarah Annora Haven. There’s also the wife of the owner in Evie Gabriela Bennett. The father, Mr. Fae, but I still need to come up with more of his name for sure.

I’m not a doctor, I like intelligent women, and I’m not British. No, I’m more like my character, a former gravedigger. Will You Behave Please…

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 134 ~Trump Lacks The Will~

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Every time I think about the things I’ve said to a woman, I remember who’s President until January. Well, I don’t have a few million Twitter followers; I preferred to write a book first, ha. Is it better than The Art of the Deal? Trump Lacks The Will

Thursday, November 12, 2020

Gospel 134 ~Trump Lacks The Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now but don’t ever let me piss off as many women as President Trump. I never want to be as creepy as President-Elect Biden, but today is supposed to be joyful. Let’s say I have one more reason I need to turn off my phone. However, I did read Succubus Lord 4 by Eric Vall. Now, much like Jacob, I am building my harem by way of my book with NaNoWriMo. I swear, why must I be such a downer between Succubus 4 by A.J. Markam and Stroke of Midnight. I’ve been too much into Fapping as is, all the stress.

Didn’t I sort of “suggest” yesterday that I needed to come… you know, to get any writing done? Tonight I told myself that anytime I got HARD, I’d go ahead and add 100 words to my quota. Now technically, I broke that promise, but I did get another 2000 words. Which leads me to why that is. For the most part, right this second, I would say Jessica Nigri. While I was writing tonight, one of my characters. “Sarah Annora Haven,” aka Reagan Kathryn, the cosplayer, noticed something. A lot of girls have green eyes. Interestingly enough, I can say that I haven’t been staring at Cherry’s Yabbos the entire time. For sure, Tifa Lockhart’s, and don’t make me look up Brandy Woods “Debbie” from the 1973 film “The Cheerleaders.”

Of course, each of these girls ended up in my novel and “Spank Bank,” SIGH, but I’m trying. I still haven’t managed to go for one week, and you know porn keeps me awake. Unlike others, I’m sort of like Dennis Hof. How does that song go, “The Wanderer?” Strangely I could get my wish with the state of politics in the country. A guy like me always finds the hottest piece of ass in an apocalypse. Yeah, I know I was being all sorts of crude, but I want to be in bed asleep now. Yet again, I should quit my damn phone, yes. If anything, I should cut off all social media because Trump has crept into my story. It wouldn’t be the first time, but to be honest, I never looked up Stormy Daniels until him. How about the AT&T girl… inappropriate?

I’m honest though, I know I’m going to Hell, Second Circle. Trump Lacks The Will

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 133 ~Sink Or Swim Will~

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As the saying goes, sweat, blood, and tears, along with plenty of other stuff I rather not talk about because I’m much too weak. The only good news is, it allowed me to work on my book with no distractions. “Sink Or Swim Will,” too bad I don’t drink.

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Gospel 133 ~Sink Or Swim Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I could probably afford the top-shelf booze. If anything, I would kill for an alcohol problem. Okay, I know that’s pretty offensive with the people I know. Still, at this juncture, as Emperor Palpatine put it, “I’m too weak.” In other news, I got back to working on my book. How do THEY say the end justifies the means? Only I wouldn’t count 2000 words as a victory, but it’s way more than what I give on an average day, to say I did.

From sweating about my book to someone else’s. K Webster to be specific. Yes, I know it’s been about a week now, but that book is still messing with me. The most I’ve done on Goodreads is report a spammer. Yet here I am, worried about reading some second book. Yes, this is Lady Sophia’s thing, but after K Webster, I got into A.J. Markam again for peace. So why did I almost cry at the ending of the fourth novel? I believe I brought up Ian and Alaria. Spoiler Alert as the music crescendos, “And she’s dead, she’s dead.” Discombobulated… I don’t know if that should be a hated word or most liked one? How about procrastination because? Besides everything else, I have been drowning in emails trying not to talk about anything. Oh yeah, just like yesterday, right?

I could blame all the dog slobber trying to get my Dæmon to take his meds. I don’t know what to tell you, Inspector Echo, but he’s got it into his head that he hates it now. I cry over books, but never him. He’s my son, I love him like pancakes, how about syrup? Interesting that it may become a rare commodity with the way things are going on in this country. It’s like a flood of crap, and that’s why I’m losing my mind to the fiction of everything else. Have we talked about COVID-19 lately? Should I head to a dentist soon? The masks won’t last forever, Inspector Echo. Now since my eyes are decent, how do I expect to ever find the Maggie to my Glenn. Yeah, I should stop that train of thought right there and say Happy Veteran’s Day? Does that sound right, Echo?

I was in Navy boot camp once, but couldn’t swim ever; Sink Or Swim Will.

I Will Have No Fear