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Journey 265 ~Braxton’s Beautiful Battlefield, Virgil~

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I’m fighting to stay awake. My allies? B III fought for 15 years. 16? 13 days shy of his birthday. Virgil doesn’t know if I’ll be friend or foe. Do I love him? And what about my lady? Her “ballistics.” Where’s Braxton’s Beautiful Battlefield, Virgil?

Monday, March 23, 2026

Journey 265 ~Braxton’s Beautiful Battlefield, Virgil~

Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B. Did you have a good day? Your face looks graver than mine. First, it’s 2:00 AM. Second? Bad joke.

Yours is the face of The Walking Dead, dear father. We are “The Walking Dead.”

Honestly, the “Glow Box” at a time like this? What else should we do? We men, ain’t we, Daddy? Should we pray like the 54th Massachusetts Infantry Regiment? I remember.

History lessons, or the last time you prayed, the week we… I… lost the war. No, no, not ever! Just like you and Acceptance. Am I asking you to accept this? Um, Dad, not ever.

What brings me to you today is a few things. No, I don’t want everything that would make me a… Anyway, you tried to teach me to respect women. Plus, my potential stepmom, M Anime, isn’t that type of lady, wanting everything, wanting a war.

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

My father, no one would accuse you and me of being military masterminds. But Daddy…

A: We choose the wrong battlefields. Wrong place, wrong time.
B: We fight the wrong enemy or everyone at once
C: We can’t choose peace.

And even now, you wish you could be more Gordon Freeman and less Morgan Freeman:

“The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world.”

How MAGA of you. One more reason I wish I were there with you, Dad. In the fur sort of speak. You’re not MAGA, my father. You’re a tired black man in every way, and it’s because you’re “Everything Everywhere All At Once.” Which leads to B. Leads to me.

Minuteman? That’s what you are. No, not like that, Eww! I know you and M Anime are planning two-legged kids.

Virgil will have his paws full—my poor little brother. You want the world to be a better place for my favorite girl and the woman you chose, the kids as wobbly as I was on four, and for the worst man in the world… I wish every mirror reflected what you saw in my eyes every day. It’s why you’re so… Excited because I know you’re never HAPPY, but you’re glad when Virgil gets up and greets you at the gate instead of staying on his pillow as if welcoming you, and not some warrior—a war hero who’s too hurt from the day.

Seriously, like Fallout 4, Kojin Taxi 2, or Mortal Kombat. You’re fighting. I’m fighting with you. Braxton’s Beautiful Battlefield, Virgil

“There’s a peace that’s only to be found on the other side of war.”
―

“I seek Italy not of my own will.”
The Aeneid

1877 Days Without B III, Day 1318 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 263 ~Sea Braxton And Virgil~

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Drowning is one of my greatest fears, physically speaking. I was drowning in Far Cry 5 once, and I turned the game off. But no time for games now. Sweating from writing, whining, and worthless security. Not as bad as M Anime’s. Sea Braxton And Virgil

Saturday, March 21, 2026

Journey 263 ~Sea Braxton And Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… And somewhere, The Killers sing “He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus.” “When You Were Young”?

I’m not so much anymore. And today I’m feeling like I should have been gone long before forty-one (cue Ben Hur gallery drums). Back when I had a chance of seeing Jesus. I’m not an atheist thanks to Braxton. And someday Virgil… The souls of my sons do not vanish.

But it will take a miracle to see my Braxton again. And it will take another one to understand my Virgil—something like walking on water. Clarence, I’m not Lunalesca.

Honestly, what I wouldn’t give to ask my M Anime, “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?” M Anime is sick of snow, not Snow Patrol. And Chasing Cars, my dear Lunalesca. At this moment, my Lady, I’m “Dead In the Water.”

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

I’m reminded of the many, many nights I planned to do “It.” Not that damn clown, who didn’t help my overall hatred of clowns. And not “Paradise by the Dashboard Light.” I told you or one of the girls about my “first time.” Empty parking lot, street/store light up above, me naked in the backseat with a Lana Tailor, Leana Lovings, and Tegan Mohr lookalike. I should have married her. Or ended it right there because life right now, Lu…

I can’t breathe. But the bigger concern is, I don’t want to keep trying to. Like yesterday, when I was talking to Lady Sophia. The portals from my vision, the blackness, it sucks all the air so I can’t breathe. And Braxton… He fights outside.

Him, Virgil, my Animas… Oh, I have had many a word with M Anime about Shadow Work and Carl Jung. The obsession of my Obsession. Animotion, Animas, Anime, and my M Anime. I could drown in her “Con La Brisa” and everything, my Lady Lunalesca.

But she’s far away, and here I am in the open ocean, the sea, whatever. Salt water from my tears. Sweat from my “work,” my moment of triumph, my frustrations, and most of all my FEAR. Did you see what happened to the AI? And then there was Norton, Lu.

How can I be expected to get a good night’s sleep? Not that I have been. My bed’s not rocking. Yet the blankets won’t drown me. Sea Braxton And Virgil.

1875 Days Without B III, Day 1316 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 258 ~Hello Braxton, Hello Virgil~

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“Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh.” Camp Granada? Hell! If anything, I would rather be with my son Braxton. Instead, I’m playing Kevin Rudolf… “Welcome To The World.” Virgil, being M Anime’s man, created life someday… Hello Braxton, Hello Virgil.

Monday, March 16, 2026

Journey 258 ~Hello Braxton, Hello Virgil~

Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B… That is, when you let me back into the room. Or are you still “Turning Japanese,” with my stepmom?

Potential, Future, stepmom M Anime anyway. Or is that Ms. Anime to Virgil and me?

Daddy, you raised gentlemen, uh, gentlepups. I’m getting to be as weird as humans, Dad.

You know things like the Ides of March, St. Patrick’s Day, and the Irish Goodbye.

Honestly, Dad, what a way to start the morning, huh? But Hi, Hello, and good morning have never been our style. It was me as a pup still trying to find my legs. It was stuffing my face with your breakfast. It was all those mornings playing Cerberus—existence father.

We both came into this world quietly. And this is one of the things that made you my human, Dad, that I could greet the world with paws wide open.

“With Arms Wide Open”? That would be weird considering I don’t have arms. Four legs.

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

With legs wide open? I’ll leave that to you and my potential stepmom. If you have your way with her, you could be singing that Creed song in earnest, presently. The present, my father. That’s what you’ve been struggling with these past few days. Well, forty-one years, right? Though I only saw 15 of them in the fur. The first night, I was dropped at your feet. But we really began that morning you saw my face bathed in a plate of syrup without so much as a hello. It all began as the sweetest dream, literally. So we lived.

Whatever or however we could define that. Hello and goodbye…

Formalities. Dad, you would say, you were “Too Good at Goodbyes.” But we both know that it’s the opposite. I’m the prime example of that. Things like The End, Goodbye, and especially Acceptance do not exist in this dojo or house anyway. Damn near impossible.

I know, Daddy, watch my barking language. My brother is the same way. I mean, with the way he’s been following you around lately. Like a tattoo on a biker’s ass. Can you blame us for wanting to be close to the human who loves us? Only Virgil’s worrying you.

And you can’t forget about M Anime. I Wanna Get Next To You. She has a better chance than I. Because I live in you, always. Hello Braxton, Hello Virgil.

“Besides, a man’s got to have some secrets, even from his son.”
Hometown Heat Wave

“Not ignorant of misfortune myself, I learn to help the unfortunate.”
― Dido, The Aeneid

1870 Days Without B III, Day 1311 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 256 ~Buzzing of B’s, Virgil~

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Please tell me the car is going to start, and the radio too. Don’t let those be sirens outside the window because I have Chinese and Russian contacts. Tell me my son V is breathing. Have I satisfied my girl? Have I won a prize? Buzzing of B’s, Virgil

Saturday, March 14, 2026

Journey 256 ~Buzzing of B’s, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Because I’m in the business of listening. And who’s the last billionaire I listened to? FDT!

You can’t shut that Mother effer up! And did I really have to say Mother effer? Next thing you know, I’ll be back to looking up MILF Porn. But didn’t I speak about P.Y.T.’s last week? Leana Lovings, Lupe Fuentes, and Elise Rae… And only yesterday did I discover the identity of the blonde animus. Only I gave her much bigger Yabbos: a gymnast, Lu.

And I’m not dumb enough to say her name or describe M Anime. She’s the only reason I’m not looking up MILFs right now. Uh, she wants me to make her a MILF. Give my boys, Braxton and Virgil, some two-legged siblings. But Virgil is buzzing along somewhere, Lunalesca. And I wish Braxton had bugged me this much before passing.

“If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.”

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

Braxton, more than anyone, knows how to reach me. Through movies, music, and manuscripts. I still haven’t finished “Remember Me: Understanding The Stages of Grief and Remembrance From The Loss Of A Pet.” Have I not had some downtime, Lunalesca?

The silence? Ironically, one of my favorite horrors is A Quiet Place. What about “The Silence…” (cough) Rip-off! Like I’m one to talk, and I’d rather not talk. I have less of a chance of saying something STUPID in real life. In real life? That silence kills me, my Lady.

When I get in the car, the radio won’t play. If M Anime ever arrives, that’s no good at all. Trying to prove I’m “A strong survivor, a real provider.. a Tru Rider.. that’s me.”

I can do that in the bedroom, but I haven’t felt right since Tuesday. And if I’m not taking care of my body, what about the house? The weather is getting warmer, and you recall the bugs in June. I swear, even now, I can hear their chomping, munching, Lunalesca.

Every silence while I’m awake has to be filled with something instantly. And I listened to my wasted breaths, the ticking of the clock, the sounds of battle from Whiteout Survival, that’s how it is, Lunalesca. It’s like switching out my garrisons. If you time it right, three seconds feels like nothing, and everything’s good. Miss the timing, and the silence is filled with FEAR, and it’s loud. But beautiful things… Buzzing of B’s, Virgil

1868 Days Without B III, Day 1309 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 251 ~B All Ears Virgil~

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3 to 5. Years? Not even hours. But again, I was at 3 AM, and for what? To channel a fur buddy who died 5 years ago. Coincidence, 3 to 5? Maybe I hate existence, and I’ve only been awake for two hours. But life is a gift to B and V. B All Ears Virgil.

Monday, March 9, 2026

Journey 251 ~B All Ears Virgil~

Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B… And you don’t know how much I wish I were the first voice you heard this morning. It’s ungodly…

The hour, I mean. What were the first three voices you heard my father, honestly…

Collapsable Hearts, Easy Street
Your Own Crying
Virgil Vivi Snoring

Father, Father, because yes, I can hear Marvin Gaye too. And I want to ask, “What’s Going On?” Accusing my little brother and me of snoring. Just kidding. But you know every single breath we take. But it’s yours, Dad. Again, I wish I could take it all away. I’m trying. We would sit in bed, and you would tell me all about it. Or we would be where you are now, my father—nothing to get off your chest as long as I was lying there with you, remember.

But in less than fifteen minutes, you were calling yourself…

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

STUPID? No, never, and not today! Do you know what you would do to people if they called me that? Talk about LANGUAGE! You would rip into people three times your size to protect me. And how much bigger was granddaddy? And you know I would fight for you, my father. You would always say my bark was worth more than anybody’s voice, Dad. Because at least I was helping you out. And what about my future Step Ma? M:

“Because she’s softer than you. She’s quieter than you. She doesn’t yell at me. She doesn’t call me an idiot or tell me to shut up all the time. She listens to me. She’s nice to me. She doesn’t make me feel like the only thing stopping her from being happy… is” me.”
Phil to Maureen, The Little Death 2014

Even before her. You see, Dad… Or rather, you hear. It’s not the silence you hate so much. Rather, the silence is filled with hate. And you need anything to drown it out, it’s there:

“Basically, I’m for anything that gets you through the night – be it prayer, tranquilizers, or a bottle of Jack Daniels.”
Quote by Frank Sinatra

Like FEAR, it’s an infinite playlist. The background. Your breathing.

You don’t need MAGA. Eff them and FDT. And there’s granddaddy. The Bad Place you have to go to this morning. The Walking Dead. Daddy, sing “My Own Worst Enemy.”

That’s why you have my potential stepmom, M Anime—listening to her. Reading her books. Seeing the things, I probably shouldn’t have seen… What, Dad? I have my Favorite Girl, and now you have yours. Like father, like son. We both know some great Yabbos.

“I’m So Thankful” that I didn’t have bark, bawl, and bellow at closed bedroom doors… And I’ll forgive the smile on your face as you imagine her moaning, because at least you’re not being a bully to yourself for a minute. Her, me, we love you. B All Ears Virgil

“My life is a movie, (fur buddies) and boobies.”
―

“My queen, you bid me renew unspeakable grief.”
The Aeneid

1863 Days Without B III, Day 1304 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 249 ~Staring B’s Bedtime, Virgil~

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Having all the time in the world to dream. After “The Long Walk” and becoming “The Running Man,” everything I want can be brought to me in bed. Where are my dog sons? Where’s my woman or women? Chicken and waffles? “Staring B’s Bedtime, Virgil.”

Saturday, March 7, 2026

Journey 249 ~Staring B’s Bedtime, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Nope! I’d be in the Epstein Files. Leana Lovings, Lupe Fuentes, Elise Rae… my T**N Category.

Why yes, Lady Lu, I’m an aspiring Porn Star, a perv, the Perverter of Prose (I should remember that ha), but I’m also a poet, a dull prosiest, and always and forever a Pup Dad.

But which one of those things would get me out of bed the fastest? Hell, I’ve done all of those things from bed. And what I wouldn’t give to see Braxton walk from his bed right back to this loveseat and bark, “Did I effing stutter? Bedtime!” It’s ten in the morning, and all I want to do is be back in bed. Beneath the covers, as B watches over me. Or with his potential stepmom, M Anime. I haven’t heard from her in a bit. What Is Love? Haddaway

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

Uh, it’s only ten, well, 10:20, but I’ll give it a think. I still stand by the idea that love is the belief, faith, duty, privilege, whatever, of putting something ahead of yourself, My Lu.

Luna, it’s putting all that you are to the side for whatever, deities, damsels, doggies…

“Fellas, when you wake up in the morning, you should look yourself in the mirror and say, ‘Eff you! Eff your hopes, Eff your dreams, Eff your plans … Eff everything you thought this life was going to bring to you. Now let’s go out there and try to make this b*tch happy.”
Chris Rock

Now I like how Chris Rock put it. But I was thinking about what I said yesterday about Charles Bukowski and “So You Wanna Be A Writer.” How dare I question my writing, dear Lunalesca? Nine years of talking to you and the girls, myself, and Braxton. And having him talk back. And what about Virgil? Hell, I talk to my dead firstborn more, Lu.

“Yes, I’m macabre, but you know you need this.” Nope!

I can’t even “Express Myself” with my own words. Because all I want to do is sleep, Lunalesca. Perchance to dream. “All I Have To Do Is Dream.” How Kruger of me, or is that The Everly Brothers? I’m not trying to be MAGA here but like them… Effing up?

Lunalesca, it’s what I do. “The Scorpion and the Frog.” And being in bed is like the only time I’m not letting anyone down—more like being asleep, which is where Virgil is involved. I can’t hurt him when I’m sleeping. But I’ve never harmed a hair on his head.

Ironically, Ready or Not, I’m going to do so much more with M Anime. If I get up, build a home. Staring B’s Bedtime, Virgil.

1861 Days Without B III, Day 1302 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 244 ~Mornings B Trippin’ Virgil~

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This is what you get at 3 AM, and you don’t have a sick fur buddy to look after. But is it me who’s sick seeing ghosts all around, or watching too many movies? For now, I’m watching “my” money vanish on energy drinks. Mornings B Trippin’ Virgil

Monday, March 2, 2026

Journey 244 ~Mornings B Trippin’ Virgil~

Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B… Ask me one thing I don’t miss about the mortal coil. What ungodly hour is this? And still, Dad…

I would walk over to you, tucked away, and “I Think To Myself.” “Maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me. And after all. You’re my wonderwall.” From the first day, I plopped onto the bed, to when you watched me all night on the floor. Water and Daddy.

I must be trippin’ bringing up the “Day ‘N’ Nite” I left the furry life… Fur you’re still finding five years later. But the nightmares come regardless, for you, my father. But that’s not why you’re up right now. And Virgil is fine, but his day is coming. Big meanie?

Honestly, I am my father’s son, but I love my brother. You love Virgil too, you know. But one morning, many, many years from now…

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

You were thinking about that yesterday, when you were buying his food… Good looking out for bringing chicken and shrimp back, right? But anyway, you couldn’t find Virgil’s usual stuff, so you had to settle for the mature version. Seven and above. Virgil’s only five.

And barking about mature, how’s my potential future stepmom? Don’t give me that look, Dad. You know the one I would usually reserve for you. But I’m up here, you’re down there, and you feel worse than those Navy SEALs in “The Rock” who walked into the wrong damn room. Especially at this hour. Yes, I know, dearest father, Language!

However, we didn’t come all this way to talk about my language. The question isn’t why you’re “Wide Awake.” Nope.

It’s why you’re up right now. Eww! We’ll talk more about M Anime in a bit. But the reason you’re awake is with all the fear this day holds beyond these four walls, well, Dad:

“All the gods, they cannot sever us. If I were dead and you were still fighting for life, I’d come back from the darkness. Back from the pit of hell to fight at your side.”
Valeria: Conan the Barbarian (1982)

I sound like that woman, which brings us back to M Anime. Yeah, she’s more your Valeria, Julia, Faye Valentine, deadly little Miho, (Devon Aoki or Jamie Chung) Kyouko Sakai and the list goes on. “And The Beat Goes On.” We could be here forever talking about girls with great sets of yabbos, hooters. And didn’t I just bark, Eww! But for M Anime’s pair…

Money, M Anime, my mutt of a brother… You’re “Alive” (Barks my best Sia Impression).
But sleeping. Perchance to dream. Because Mornings B Trippin’ Virgil.

“Besides, a man’s got to have some secrets, even from his son.”
Hometown Heat Wave

“And now the morn had reddened all the sky…”
― The Aeneid from Book XII

1856 Days Without B III, Day 1297 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 242 ~Almost A B, Virgil~

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The theme for today is “Move B***H, get out the way.” There are stronger fighters than me. Better dog walkers. Better kids… My sister pays for her own crap, like a house. And me? The last time I was almost somebody was in the womb. Almost A B, Virgil

Saturday, February 28, 2026

Journey 242 ~Almost A B, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Almost. I’m only about $999,998,000 short. Speaking of short, I’m almost 6’ by way of 5’5”.

Yeah, that might matter to a girl like Leoshi “‘Cause she don’t know me, but yo, she’s really fine.” And what about “Moesha”? Speaking of pop culture, I can’t stand, my Olds watched it religiously—prime black television. But I despised Moesha and Frank Mitchell.

What a way to end another Black History Month, almost. Talking about Black people I don’t like. You would think I was turning MAGA, almost. But no. People hating people.

I wouldn’t say no to Michelle Obama. I enjoy watching Jasmine Crockett kick ass—Jahara Jayde (Homer drool). There was a time I was crazy for Misty Stone. Uh, Jenna Fox, when she was the college tutor. And here I thought I was going to speak somewhat righteously, Lunalesca. Almost.

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

I’m getting tired of Almost like Braxton’s book “My Turn To B III” got tired of the words “Of Course.” And as Moesha/Brandy sings “Almost Doesn’t Count.” I’m always almost.

STUPID, I’m sure, but take this morning as an example: Whiteout Survival, State vs State fight. I position my city, and I’m quickly told to get to the back of the line. Why is that?

“Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I’m not too blind to see.”
Beast of Burden by The Rolling Stones

“Higher, further, faster, baby,”
Carol Danvers, from Captain Marvel (2019)

And sadly, I know I’m not, I can’t be any of these things. Is that the right word, Lu, sadly?

Up until five minutes ago. “And then THEY call. And I remember.” My Olds, Lunalesca.

Then skin and bones, sickly, and yes, my dear, STUPID, all come to mind. I’m almost a man. “Human” and “Ordinary Human.” Their bum son.

Now you see why I hate my phone… Almost. Braxton despised the tiny glowing tech. “The Glow Box” in Braxton speak. But then there’s his potential stepmom M Anime, his Favorite Girl, and Cherry’s big Yabbos but even bigger brain. And me a B student? Lunalesca, I’d better be talking about Braxton because I sucked at Higher Learning. Oh B.

One bad playthrough, phone call, and playing the perverter of prose, and my day’s effed.

But I saved M Anime’s, almost. Do I love her like pancakes? Nah, that’s Braxton. However, thinking about some idiot game, the worst president in “my lifetime,” my Olds, and pretty much 99% of the human population. I can’t be almost! Not to her. Virgil. Braxton… Almost A B, Virgil

1854 Days Without B III, Day 1295 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 237 ~Virgil Shocks Mister B~

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I’m not shocked I wake up in Hell. It’s more the bits of light I see. Small, like V. Crawling up beside me during the night. The big um like my girl’s… Anyway, I’m still surprised when I don’t see B around. The nightstand… Virgil Shocks Mister B

Monday, February 23, 2026

Journey 237 ~Virgil Shocks Mister B~

Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B… “Did you sleep well? Did you wake up feeling good?” “Today, you are who you are today, see?” SIGH

I’m sorry I had to go all Cowboy Bebop, Dad. This would be Session# 18: Speak Like A Child. If it’s anything that gets you up in the morning, it’s not being able to breathe…

That’s thanks to me sitting on your head. It’s bad news like being late to “The Bad Place,” SIGH. You don’t want to talk about that right now. And then there’s some girl’s boobs, ha-ha. I remember those “conversations we would have before my Favorite Girl would come over. “B, stay off her boobs (Yabbos), butt, and don’t play with or lick your own balls.”

As long as both of you gave me bites to eat, I could agree to that. “To keep me awake and alive.” Okay, I was greedy. “In Your Eyes,” thank you, father, oh, and Peter Gabriel as well. Shocking enough, Virgil doesn’t have such problems. He doesn’t have the balls.

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

Literally. When was the last time you woke up feeling good? It’s shocking enough when you have something to look forward to. My potential stepmom M Anime. The glow box.

I still can’t stand the little ones. I prefer the big one you would watch with my Favorite Girl whenever she comes over. Dad, you like big ones too, you know, M Amine, Faye Valentine, Takago Kuga, Sylvia van Hossen, and Sakai Kyouko. To name a few. I mean, how did M Anime get her name? She was into Anime and is as freaky as the girls. Um, just wow!

I still stand by my view that the best legs, breasts, and thighs come in a bucket of chicken or a box. Not shocking at all. But today, I don’t know, you’re looking for something to wake you up, to buzz you. And finding a gray hair on your wrist isn’t going to do it.

Honestly, you don’t want to remember how I went from puppy to Old Man as if I were Jesus Christ. 12 to 30. It was my plan… You looked into my eyes, and you saw a man you could be proud of. You didn’t have to worry about me. Is that what’s wrong with V?

When he and everyone else look at you… You prefer Anime. Virgil Shocks Mister B

“We cannot live in fear of losing those we love, because that also means giving up on truly living.”
― The Pet Loss Healing Pathway

“He feeds his soul on what is nothing but a picture, groaning deeply, and his face is wet with tears.”
― The Aeneid (Book 1)

1849 Days Without B III, Day 1290 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 235 ~Braxton And Virgil Tops~

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

Saturday, February 21, 2026

Journey 235 ~Braxton And Virgil Tops~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In my hands, nothing turns to putty
― Michelle Huddleson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will