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Tale 146 ~Braxton’s Black Friday Virgil~

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Do I hate every day? The ones that end in Y. Black Friday? It’s not Braxton’s last day, my first E-Day, Father’s Day, etc. Black Friday should be on the low end. But without B and dealing with people. It could be worse. Braxton’s Black Friday Virgil.

Friday, November 24, 2023

Tale 146 ~Braxton’s Black Friday Virgil~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let ME tell you a story… Even though I’m not good at it. Even though it hasn’t happened yet. (Sings) Time Travel!

For the record, today is Wednesday, November 22, 2023. So it’s Thanksgiving Eve, My Lady. I have the rest of the day to think about what I’m thankful for… That I haven’t forgotten Braxton’s story. Indeed, his two novels… But the day I found out he was dying was a Friday. And unfortunately for my son, “I said, he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus.” So no, Braxton didn’t come back on a Sunday. He died right in his bed on a steel table with me holding his little head like I was the freaking Reaper in “Tha Crossroads.” I’m thankful that no matter how bad things get, the worst day of my existence has come and gone. And what about Virgil? Someday, Lady Sophia…

But not today? As far as Wednesday, the most I’ve said to him is he’s a little fatty. And whose fault is that? Have you met my Ma? That is, if she brought food for us on Thanksgiving Day. Cross your fingers. Other than that, it’s been sleeping in daily. Inevitably, he’d put on a little pudge, not that it’s his choice with my laziness and fear of the outside world. Plus, it’s getting cold. Speaking of which, am I cold for leaving him in Braxton’s room? He could go whenever he wanted, but like father, like freeloader, I know. And it’s only getting colder. You know what I mean since we’re talking today. People? There should be stories of people hurting me, Black Friday.

But let the world do its worst. I had my son euthanized. Hell! If I ever get back to writing. No, Lady Sophia! I killed my son. He started dying on a Wednesday when I was so damn angry, and I didn’t want to hear about his problems. Indifferent. As I gathered him up in my arms and took a nap. And now I’m mad again because that thought alone should be enough to stop me from napping. Even the phone asks if I want a nap meditation session. I won’t be getting one of those Friday. And would I need one if it wasn’t for the Day Job? I ain’t buying anything today. Unless Braxton’s life was on sale… Again? Braxton’s Black Friday Virgil

1027 Days Without B III, Day 468 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Tale 139 ~They’ll B Books Virgil~

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A book a week is what I promise myself. But between Hollywood, the hidden mysteries of Kindle Challenges, and the history of my reading and my son… Hell! I even included a review. My first unwarranted since Braxton’s passing. “They’ll B Books Virgil”

Friday, November 17, 2023

Tale 139 ~They’ll B Books Virgil~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let ME tell you a story… With last week being a dreadful crime, I’m sure I’ll have money to burn on books.

Now, if I went ahead and finished Braxton’s novel, I’m not sure I’ll ever write one for Virgil Vivi. If I don’t want to see tomorrow… I’m writing to you on Wednesday, November 15, 2023. For damn sure, I don’t want to see forty. Another thing about E-Day… From then to now, which is about… You didn’t expect me to tell you the number? As fun as it is? Sophia, I shouldn’t be having fun. By now, I should have finished “Princess Tamer 2: A LitRPG Harem Adventure.” This means two weeks are remaining before Dirty Santa. Or should I say, Dirty Harry? And I do mean Harry Rivera and not the 1971 film series. Hell! Braxton was here when I read about Dennis Hof.

But you know, ahem, TRADITION. Every holiday season, I read a ton of Christmas Erotica. It started all the way back in 2018. So I was thirty-four. Braxton was thirteen. He was a grown man, but I kept such reading material far away from him. B was/is too smart for his own good. And with a title like “Christmas Cake. Ah! My boy B III. Speaking of titles and of better times than Christmas. What about when Braxton’s aunt and I watched The Hunger Games? While I’m buying books, have I gone to the movies? Thursday, November 16, 2023, is when “The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes” comes out, Lady Sophia. That’s what we should talk about. But I owe you a review of PORN.

PORN… I have seen, well, instead, read better. But there’s been much worse, too. Horror… only in a particular portion, and the reason I’m giving this three stars. Again, the sex was okay, but nothing to write about. Did I really just say that? Not that I regret reading this. Gore… there was that but more grossness. No one’s reading this because they expect a masterpiece or even to get off. But the twists of the story, now that’s what kept me reading, especially near the end. It messes with your head. I do mean the one on your neck…

I don’t know what brought that on Sophia. My first small review since Braxton’s passing. It’s Christmas time in Hell. Soon. They’ll B Books Virgil

1020 Days Without B III, Day 461 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Gospel 205 ~Will’s The Breast Starer~

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Once upon a time, Will saw something. Don’t mind me talking in the third-person. People as the Day Job are always putting words in my mouth. At this stage in the game, the horror story of my life begins with seeing something. Will’s The Breast Starer

Friday, January 22, 2021

Gospel 205 ~Will’s The Breast Starer~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and still, that’s not enough for me. Hell, I have family in banking, and I’ve never seen over 2000 bucks in any one place. I heard in a movie once (Lord of War) there are only two tragedies in life. One is not getting what you want; the other is getting it. So here I am, as the song goes, Sitting In Limbo. It’s been a week, and now I’m “praying” for the end of the month. Well, more like Meat Loaf “praying for the end of time.” Reading about Breast:

Breasts for a lot of men are quite an obvious thing when it comes to women. Um, much like the “facts” of this book. It’s not terrible but only evident, sort of like watching The Purge: Election Year or The First Purge. Is that why Breasteses – Why Men Love Breasts: …and other conversations about the male psyche is only okay? The concept that it lacks any subtlety. To me, it’s sad that violence is more acceptable than the ideas in this book. Again it didn’t bring much to the table. Every guy would know pretty much all of this.

Maybe I was fooled by the cover, but yes, I’m a dude. The front of Maximo Montoya’s work alone would turn most women off. If they got past that, it would tell them plenty that they don’t want to hear. It’s the world these days, I’m afraid to say. I usually read early in the morning, so I’m fighting to retain all that I learn. I didn’t have a problem here as I said; it’s like you know it all. It’s also a quick read, which should be good enough to give it a chance, at least. I’m saying, ladies.

Other than the sleeping six hours is kind of wrong, there was nothing new. Yes, it pays not to go to bed mad at your partner. If you’re a rich guy, women will think differently of your ogling and it kind of goes. I wanted to feel better about this book. I mean, boobs, what’s not to love, right? I would recommend this to the fairer sex for who it is intended. Not that I would give it to any woman I know, sadly. People would think of me as much as the author. Not excellent, but okay. TWO STARS sigh, Will’s The Breast Starer.

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Log 165 ~Someday Will Reviews Sunday~

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I could be working on a Character Bio, how about reviewing Raphael, or talking about the book I’m currently reading, Accidental Santa, see I can get into the Christmas spirit when I’m not complaining, oh no. Someday Will Reviews Sunday

Friday, December 13, 2019

Log 165 ~Someday Will Reviews Sunday~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and the reviews are in, wealth makes you a decent person. In America, money makes you the best type of person. One more reason I want it all, and that makes me sound like an average Republican, I know. The problem is, in looking for that voice, I only have my own. For this week, indeed, my life, that hasn’t been enough, if I even use it at all. Again, I should be working on one of my characters, but instead, should I review myself at all?

Now that’s what my dream could mean. Do you remember the show, Rocko’s Modern Life? There was this episode “Skid Marks,” where everybody says, “Don’t Get The Fat Guy.” Anyway, I keep hearing, yeah, my stupid ear, but there’s an echo singing out “the little naked man.” I hope I can still post this, but I think it’s talking about myself. Let’s say after yesterday, if I dig in, I can get 50% of Six Impossible Things. I swore yesterday I was thinking about what it would take to be a good father, a son to be proud of, and a great man. Instead, I wrote excuses why My Dæmon doesn’t need this or that; didn’t I screw up this week. I’m only now remembering I need to buy my mother a birthday present. Yesterday I made a list of stuff “I” wanted but with a little help from FTWD? Well, that’s the reason I’m looking at half of my Six Impossible Things, instead of four. Maybe next week?

So good things about the man I am this week, minus the other physical ailments? My motion sickness is getting better. Look at me, Lady Sophia, is this my usual waking hour from now on? When I become a success, I can worry about waking up at a decent hour, 4:00 AM, for example. I kept my mouth zipped when it came to Cherry. How good a friend was I besides something else? While I’m still attempting to hire people, I didn’t jump at the first opportunity. Oh, more on my motion sickness, I’m learning more and more about Far Cry 5 daily. Anything I get into I study, I gain the facts, what works, what doesn’t. The thing is I write myself off as a failure but haven’t tried myself.

120%, Someday Will Reviews Sunday

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Lesson 217 ~Making Some Black History~

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A whole week off and all I could do was think about is my history with a job and my future, how do you know where you’re going, when you don’t know where you’ve been and why couldn’t I just enjoy being. “Making Some Black History,” I should have

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Lesson 217 ~Making Some Black History~

Hey Lady Lu,
I Am Not Afraid Anymore because I’m black and no I’m not talking my race, but at this moment I have a job, I have my words, and my bank account isn’t empty. The thing is with all that; I am looking more forward to the ides of March. Most days I want to survive the night now I must endure the month but what about tonight?

First night back at work in I don’t know how long and this will merely be a prelim to the rest of the month I have to get through, and we’ve been done this road before. As much as I want to believe that everything is going to be okay isn’t it ironic that words got me in trouble with a young woman and silence got me in a predicament with that bastard who’s my boss? Makes a person not want to exist but now I’m not going down the suicidal road again, that’s perhaps why I’m so screwed up sadly like everything else I do it’s always for other people but not myself ever.

“A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pontificate suicide is a coward’s act. Couldn’t be further from the truth. Suicide takes tremendous courage.” ― Robert Frobisher, Cloud Atlas

Why should I make their job easier I ask you by maintaining the status quo, my dear Lady Lu am I becoming political and did I mention that I’m fighting another black man and for once not the man in the mirror? I asked Lady Sophia the other day when will I start doing for me and not for others, even now another author wants a review, and he along with one more wants me to be part of their review teams, and I told them no. At the same time though I want to remain a slave, hell I fight for the chains and wear them as hastily as my name badge and lanyard because as much as I speak to the contrary, I am afraid all the time.

You know I learned something today, history is not written by the victors or by the survivors, history is yours the moment you are no longer afraid, and if I were to begin to write that history you know what word I would start with honestly? “No,” and maybe that’s disappointing but what has yes gotten me and I’m sure I’ve said the exact opposite of saying yes to everything but until people understand no they can’t appreciate yes. No, I will not die today, no I will stay in the black, and “KNOW” I will Make Some Black History.

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Lesson 104 ~Infinite Lives, Cheat Codes~

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Do I really want to “cheat” with writing, if anything it is the truest sing I know, even if what I write is fiction, at least to a certain degree no doubt? “Infinite Lives, Cheat Codes” when I should be writing something more substantial, maybe?

Friday, October 13, 2017

Lesson 104 ~Infinite Lives, Cheat Codes~

Hey Lady Sophia,
No Fear, though this is a video game reference, infinite lives, and cheat codes, I haven’t picked up a controller in months though, years possibly. I’m a sucker for a good story though which is what brings us here, with the term good loosely defined of course.

I swear one day, not someday I’m going to write down every single reason I want to be a writer, but wouldn’t it be better spent writing out my story. Shouldn’t I be working on my novella, “Degrees of Falling” that, of course, is a working title, I’ve also so considered’ “Hot Air” and why did I start working on this story again? Maybe I’m getting all warmed up for NaNoWriMo, do you think I’m honestly going to go for it this year Lady Sophia?

Too bad I can’t write excuses for a living, the latest being my hands are exhausted, seriously they are so sore, and I wish I could at least tell you I punched someone in the face or that I have been doing something productive, other than making money, do I even have a rule about making money. Isn’t that the point of all this, is I was writing to make money then I suppose it wouldn’t be worth it, not to mention what sort of man would that make me; perhaps an educated one if I were reading at least. What about if I ever get famous, I’m going to have to be signing books, so would I complain about my hands then, that’s funny.

Unlike my novella, no wait that can be awfully funny too that I think I’ll ever get anywhere with it, yeah I’m talking to you because I need to talk about my work but I still don’t have to be positive about it, do I? That’s yet another reason that I want to be a writer because maybe I got it all wrong you know, I speak about immortality but maybe you build a life, you lose it, and repeat.

It certainly would explain how weak I get after each go-round or maybe I’m just channeling “Happy Death Day” another review I should be writing but I’m barely keeping up here. Should the question here be, what have I written today, besides talking to you, *sigh* there is always tomorrow indeed, Infinite Lives, Cheat Codes.

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