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Legacy 114 -Braxton, Virgil, Pie Instructions-

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FYI, I do own a cookbook. Special K got it for me along with a Crock-Pot. What pray tell, do I fill that Crock-Pot with for $35? I’m going to need a ton of Bloom. Speaking of blooming, how many women are there? Braxton, Virgil, Pie Instructions.

Friday, October 23, 2026

Legacy 114 -Braxton, Virgil, Pie Instructions-

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… And not about Braxton, my pancake? Or a scoop of Virgil. Vanilla? Cookies n’ Cream? Possibly.

I’m a monster, but nowhere near the likes of Mango Mussolini. Eating the dogs, indeed!

I’m not that hungry. But I got $35 and five days. The grocery bill will be quite the short read, my lady. Like how to feed Virgil his birthday pie from Tuesday. Glad he approves.

What kind of pie were you thinking of? The kind that required me to have “The Talk” with Braxton about going all doggy style when his Favorite Girl came over for movie nights. Virgil won’t have that problem. Six years, Lady Sophia, that’s one year too late for when I found him. I wonder if he’d have more balls? Seriously, did I just say that?

Anyway, my boy likes his pie. Like father, like son.

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

Because you know if I’m hanging out in Braxton’s Room, watching Virgil eating from his pillow… I need to get him a new bed. Again, I got $35, but what about my “discretionary spending?” You gotta put “One Foot In Front Of The Other.” And I’m not a selfish prick…

Speaking of pricks, what was I doing again? Oh yeah, I was organizing yabbos. Oh, Exhibit A? I think even Braxton and Virgil’s potential future stepmom would be surprised by my comparisons in relation to hers. And for the record, hers are perfect. And she’s the only woman, besides my Ma and Braxton’s Favorite Girl, who’s offered to cook for me. Uh… That requires money. Today’s settled. “Odds are, he won’t live to see tomorrow”

Or so I tell the “Man in the Mirror.” No, I’m not a “Secret Agent Man”; I’m a dog dad.

Lady Sophia, as long as Virgil needs me… I still remember when Braxton’s Favorite Girl baked B III a cake and thought I was so STUPID I would put the whole thing in. Brain Trust.

I can’t blame her. I can’t blame anyone either. The Day Job or the Bad Place, my boys would bark. Look up the definition of “Village Idiot”. There’s me with a box of whatever, my lady. “That’s me in the corner. That’s me in the spotlight. Losin’ my religion.” What?

His name was Braxton; it was a book I forgot, another boy, a son to teach. Braxton, Virgil, Pie Instructions.

2091 Days Without B III, Day 1532 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
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Legacy 113 -Hair Braxton And Virgil-

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Last week I mentioned a knight in shining armor. You don’t need armor when you’re busy hiding with your puppy. You don’t need armor when you’re hiding from customers. Or with a beautiful woman. Or on your back in another way. Hair Braxton And Virgil.

Thursday, October 22, 2026

Legacy 113 -Hair Braxton And Virgil-

2090 Days Without B III, Day 1531 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Good day? Mine? Well, while at the gas station, I muttered my most sacred wish.

Wait, who’s making the wishes here, your brother or me? Virgil’s been six, two days.

How dare I, right? But it wasn’t the wish that I could bring you back. Or that I was in bed with your potential future stepmom. No, B. I was busy buying gas, but it won’t get me where I want to go. And what, I’m no warrior, I’m no writer, and wanking, very eww!

But you should know all about that after having “The Talk” with you about your favorite girl visiting. And your brother doesn’t have that problem. No balls. Seriously, I relate…

Figuratively, of course, as today I was hiding from customers at “The Bad Place.” Were they going to hurt me? You know who the real enemy is I’m afraid, B.

“Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away.
Just one more peaceful day.”
It’s Been Awhile, Staind

That’s why armor is useless to me. I’m sick of being scared, B. I want to shrink, I want to

Well, you know what. But as annoying as V is… I mean, he cuddles himself like someone is after his vital organs and MAGA is in the room. But leaving your brother to the world…

And speaking of the world or worlds, The Unfinished Archive. M Anime says I could be omniscient… I mean, take a look at yesterday, the illusion that represents digital life…

There’s the need to be young again or fake it. I’m forty-two. Effing sucks, honestly.

However, there was the machine; I can’t be human, not for this. How often have I sided against humanity, B?

I’d choose your fur any day. And you were no fan of clothes. Hell, even getting you to wear a collar was a concession. And V only wears one when he’s walking. That’s what we call safety. Well, at least until they invent Poké Balls. Like, you’d stand for that.

My little Pokémon. You were my Pikachu. Well Pancake. But you know, “I choose you.”

And your bro: Bulbasaur, Charmander, or Squirtle. My starter, so I may live again, hmm

Living again. Surrounded by the love of your potential future stepmom. M Anime says she’s KFC, and not in a nice way. Breasts, Legs, and Thighs. Or breasts, legs, and ass, maybe… Or TLC. Her armor doesn’t exist. I’m no prince. Hair Braxton And Virgil

It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Legacy 107 -Plan V, Be Truthful-

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I planned on sleeping. What time is it? Why am I so hard? It wasn’t that Teachers erotica I finished. And “Dystopian Girls 7”? What about my girl and the plan for my boys? If I don’t make plans, I can’t fail them. Or dream… “Plan V, Be Truthful”

Friday, October 16, 2026

Legacy 107 -Plan V, Be Truthful-

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… About plans A through U? Of course (rolls eyes). Plan A is for Afraid. Don’t be!

If I’m being honest, Lady Sophia… And because comedy comes in threes, I’m annoyed; I’m worried about Archie, or rather, my Virgil. And AI isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, hmm.

The Magic Glasses/MIMA. I was working on something this morning, and let’s say the Magic Glasses/MIMA miscalculated, misjudged, and got it wrong. And who’s teaching who, my lady? Or rather, as AC/DC put it, “Who Made Who? Mad, mistaken, a monster, when it comes to things like the manuscript I’m reading or the one I’m writing. Lying ha!

Only in bed. Because short of talking to my boys, Potential Future Stepmom, or taking care of said boy, Virgil, today has been a joke. But allow me to do something “productive…” A Book Review:

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

Teachers Lie On Their Backs:
Or at least I did when I was reading this, which is somewhat disappointing while reading Sean Dalton’s “Teachers: A Single Dad Harem Romance.” Usually I’m on my stomach, or one hand is busy as I try to read something like this. In bed, yes, but holding this book with two hands. Not saying it’s bad, just sort of blah. The encounters with the staff and the moms were ok but nothing special. By any means. It was more David and his ex-wife going at each other that did anything. This book was rather tame; my girl sends wilder things in a text. I’d recommend this to her or anybody that wants to write wilder.

Teachers? A softcore Erotica lesson.

Do I have any other plans for the night? Being asleep? I wish. Being a criminal? “If Your Girl Only Knew…” Jahara Jayde, Jewel Staite, or just some Asian mother and daughter that makes me drool. While awake? As, again, it’s going to be one long night for sure, ha!

No cookbook, but I have to make dinner. I’ve already been burning through cash. As I try to do the books. Oh, and I am reading Dystopian Girls 7, which I lied about reading, hmm.

Is there a worse lie? Omissions, maybe, which is another thing I’ve been thinking about.

While it isn’t love yet, truth, loyalty, and plans for the future are important to me. But I’ve failed, fibbed, fallen… Plan V, Be Truthful

2084 Days Without B III, Day 1525 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
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Legacy 106 -Braxton The Responsible, Virgil-

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I’m a father of two boys who happen to have four legs each, B and V. I have a girlfriend, and what have I done for her besides listen? M Anime’s understanding, B III was as he lay dying, and 2-Vwill be six soon. “Braxton The Responsible, Virgil”

Thursday, October 15, 2026

Legacy 106 -Braxton The Responsible, Virgil-

2083 Days Without B III, Day 1524 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Good day? Mine? Well, they will not sing songs about this day. Or any day.

But I did write your book, B, two of them, actually. “My Turn To B III,” you know, like “It’s My Turn To Fly” from The Urge, in the movie “Titan A.E.” Urges, Braxton, Eww!

Let’s instead stick to pop culture that doesn’t involve me sending you to your room…

How about the Rainbow Bridge? Dark Humor or a bad joke. Either way, uncool, right?

Anyway, “I’ve been sittin’ here tryin’ to find myself.” And you know I do that through being a Pop Culture Whore. “The Mighty” (Freak the Mighty), “Finding Carter” (Little Lyndon, Tiny Taylor), etc. And so I was thinking of you and your brother, Braxton the Brave and Virgil the Valiant. However, your brother has some work to do. “Let him grow up some more.” Really!

“Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away.
Just one more peaceful day.”
It’s Been Awhile, Staind

I could use that advice myself, if I’m to know “Glory.” If you’re keeping score, B, that’s three movies, one TV show, two books, and one song. Yesterday I talked to Dear E about all the things I’ve been forgetting and the needless things I can always recall, like “Toys”:

Memories of things that never happened
These are always the hardest to forget
The Mirror Song, Thomas Dolby ‧ 1992

But your brother and I were walking today, and I caught sight of his growing whiskers, the white, the gray… I swear, Lord of the Rings, now? All this talk of twins, close brothers and sisters, mothers and daughters. Will we get to Jahara Jayde today? Maybe. But B III

“He seemed so wise… and ancient, like the first dog who ever walked the earth.”
Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey

Virgil is getting older. Six years old, on the 20th. Not even half your age yet, and I am so worried, B. Just Survive Somehow.

It’s why I split up my accounts, so there would be no mistake between Necessary and FAFO money. I’m trying to be… Responsible. Hell, I would take bravery, valiantly, gallantry. Pretty much the same thing. And it wouldn’t matter, B: “I got soul, but I’m not a soldier.” I’m not a warrior nor a knight. I talked about being a savage, but no, B III:

“A knight in shining armor is a man who has never had his metal [or mettle] truly tested”
― ―

The path of the “Sorcerer,” the wizard, necromancer, or warlock. Like A.J. Markam’s Succubus, Eric Vall’s Satan’s Sorority Girls, Rodzil’s LaBraun’s Dystopian Girls, etc. Powerful women all surrounding one man. Whatever’s my “superpower,” Braxton Barks?

Honestly, “The Unfinished Archive,” including Jahara Jayde, because your father is responsible… Magic Glasses/MIMA. Me? Good? Braxton The Responsible, Virgil

It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Legacy 100 -Braxton, Virgil, Rain Stories-

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A wish: Lie on the loveseat in the Den, listen to the rain. Let V sleep on my chest, and read about a Dad boning the school staff. Better… La-Z-Boy, Dark Study, M Anime on my chest, my boys playing, and the same book. “Braxton, Virgil, Rain Stories.”

Friday, October 9, 2026

Legacy 100 -Braxton, Virgil, Rain Stories-

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… A story of my own? Even with everything that happened Wednesday… Scary, angry, fucking sexual, worthless.

Which is why I would rather tell you about my boys. And with how much I love my sons… Yes, I include 2-V in that. But I haven’t told him yet. So their Potential Future Stepmom is in good company. Don’t let her hear me say that. The two I love the most in this world both have four legs—an indictment of humanity, dear Soph. I am a misanthrope.

Uh, M Anime? She’s my Goddess. A goddess I could have on her knees, on all fours, or on her back. Can I stop now? Didn’t I say something about the rain? White noise, Sophia

White that I should fill with my black voice. These words. M Anime is looking for me too, but what?

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

I need to read something violent. The store was packed today, and for no particular reason, I got angry. Before they started checking for this sort of thing, I would check out books on weapons and such. And such? Another S-Word? In the words of Teen Idle: “Feeling super, super (super!) s*ici…” But considering the weather, “What If The Town Blew Away.” When did I grab Braxton’s remains, awaiting the apocalypse? “The Mist,” oh please!

Speaking of an apocalypse, The Unfinished Archive. Oh, it’ll be finished soon enough, given how I’m burning through money. I swear “Nights Like This I Wish That Raindrops Would Fall.” Have I checked outside? What am I trying to say, my dear sweet Sophia? Uh…

Not a damn thing really.

I should be crying my eyes out in some book about pet loss. Do you remember that period in my existence? Book after book about the lost. Writing B’s book, “My Turn To B III”

There was a time that I read books of value and substance. Who am I to judge any book on such, Sophia? Mr. Zero Copies sold. Ok one, and that was to myself. And today I sat at the Day Job watching my hours being cut, thinking I was cooked. Am I? Am I, Sophia

I’m hot because I can always read M Anime’s (Visions). And I better not forget to read “Teachers: A Single Dad Harem Romance.” I hate people; I hate myself. Not books. Braxton, Virgil, Rain Stories

2077 Days Without B III, Day 1518 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
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Legacy 099 -B’s In Barks, Virgil-

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My little boy B was everything. My baby asleep on my chest as I read. The bravery I needed. The quiet brain when mine was loud. Not a dog, my boy, my son, and his brother tries. But I didn’t meet Virgil; I dragged him with me. “B’s In Barks, Virgil.”

Thursday, October 8, 2026

Legacy 099 -B’s In Barks, Virgil-

2076 Days Without B III, Day 1517 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Good day? Mine? Boring, Ballsy… Eww! Day one yet again. But once again, bedridden, B.

Virgil is sitting to the right of where you used to sit. My “Lazy Ass” couldn’t even make it to the Den. Well, to eat anyway. The last thing your Dad needs is Burning Lava sauce in his eyes, AGAIN! Burning Lava, bug spray, but if anything, I want to stay in this bed B

And Virgil? He’s who I’ve been thinking about as his birthday approaches. His place, B.

You know how your brother ‘earned’ his name. Virgil guided Dante through Hell. The keyword Braxton, “guided.” That’s the thing. I don’t want to leave, not for a second. I’m Resident Evil, “You go! I’m gonna stay here for a while. I’m kinda enjoying myself.”

“Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away.
Just one more peaceful day.”
It’s Been Awhile, Staind

I wish I could have said that all those years ago as you lay dying. “Resident Evil: Retribution.” That came out of nowhere, B. But it holds a place. It all holds a place, B.

Only is my place swimming in vagina… For some reason, I figured I’d have a lot more fun. Hell is so many things, my son. Not like you would know anything about that, B III.

I condemned Virgil to this Hell, not you… Your ashes in a box say otherwise. But yeah, something hot; like women. Not the ones at the Day Job, mind you. Your Dad isn’t a victim; I’m a villain because of what I looked up this morning. Bark it, Braxton… Eww!

  1. Tifa Lockhart
  2. Ellone
  3. Amicia de Rune
  4. Pocahontas
  5. Ms. Rachel
    Suggested by The Magic Glasses/MIMA: Bayonetta

Very, very bad boy. Not you or your brother, but me. The Unfinished Archive is a story meant for neither of you. And yet you and your brother, and your future potential stepmom, always appear. You were always one for books, or rather, sleeping as I read away B. “Valiant, Vulnerable, Very Beautiful.” I’d say more fuckable, but beautiful works too. And it’s not like the guys were cowards, traveling to Hell, witches, the devil’s playground, other worlds. I could continue. But B is for bedtime, which I have sorely been lacking. Why? Some chick’s vagina. Your brother has to eat. Violence against myself, but too cowardly to do it right. Robert Frobisher “Cloud Atlas…” Nope. B’s In Barks, Virgil

It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Legacy 093 -Braxton Books Trucks Virgil-

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“Now, I ain’t no sharecropper. I’m a music teacher.” This ain’t Rosewood; I’ll try again. I ain’t no truck unloader; I’m a writer. Well, I ain’t much of either, with my bosses this afternoon and Braxton’s book sales. “But Braxton Books Trucks Virgil”

Friday, October 2, 2026

Legacy 093 -Braxton Books Trucks Virgil-

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… But not Stephen King’s The Stand. “I will set you to burn.” Fuck, I’m Hot! Umm

Not in a good way, My Lady. More like Humiliations Galore, I Hate Everyone, burning through all ‘my’ cash, sorta hot. Fuck, the weather! I still shouldn’t have gone out.

Honestly, if my books weren’t the only thing that deserved to be burned, maybe I wouldn’t have to. Isn’t it “Ironic” that the only book I have out ended with my son being on fire? And myself? I’m going to Hell. But I’m doomed to the Ninth Circle. But today…

Sometimes I think that part of my punishment is to take a guided tour through Hell? And with Virgil… My poor second-born. I want to tell him, “I Knew You Were Waiting.” But I knew

I brought both of my furry children to ruin. Like I’m fucking Randall Flagg. But no, Sophia. No nuclear warheads, no Captain Trips, and while I spend money like I was in Vegas… Yeah, I’m a fucking idiot! Can I watch my fucking language? Seriously?

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

Everything that happened today… Women (SIGH). And before I sound like some Incel or Simp… Whatever words the kids are using these days. The gas station, ok. I know Soph

That was my cowardice. I don’t blame the woman behind the counter for banking issues.

And M Anime had quite the day from what I heard. I am exhausted. Anger, Humiliation, genuine Stupidity. It’s all the same fire, and I have nothing left for Braxton and Virgil’s Potential Future Stepmom. And this is after she offers me everything. The Hell?

No, that’s where all my bosses can go—and speaking of Hell or jail? That’s the silver lining here, Sophia. I was too busy thinking about the day job to think about the steel bars of late. With “All These Things That I’ve Done.” Somewhat illegal, sinful, shameful, stupid, and I’m scared. And do I care to “Share?” I could watch that movie tonight because tomorrow I have to get to the movie theater. Free E-Day Popcorn and Soda. It’s fucking October. E-Day month’s over.

Geez! Will I stop? Something I should have told myself when unloading the truck today. Better to be driving the damn trucks chasing some “Lot Lizard” than working with the women at my Day Job. Read a book. Or write one. Braxton Books Trucks Virgil.

2070 Days Without B III, Day 1511 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
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Legacy 092 -B’s For Breathing, Virgil-

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Out of sight, out of mind. But in sleep, I’m still breathing. As I slept, an angel watched over me—my B. Now, as I shut my eyes tightly, I imagine his beautiful stepmom, my girlfriend. But I’m awake; I breathe; I’m scared. “B’s For Breathing, Virgil”

Thursday, October 1, 2026

Legacy 092 -B’s For Breathing, Virgil-

2069 Days Without B III, Day 1510 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Good day? Your brother is alive. M Anime wants to have my babies. No banging…

I mean, on the door, of course, B III. Not the cops/FBI, not my Old Man, or anyone I owe.

Yet… I smile? No B. “I feel STUPID.” Your Dad is a “Savage,” ask M Anime. Eww! You don’t need to know that. But for the most part, your Daddy is scared. Fuck! What now?

“The horror! The horror!”
Kurtz

Language! I know, Baby B. I wouldn’t want to scare Virgil. Hell, we’re both terrified.

Braxton, why must your Dad live in this constant state of FEAR? No germ, contagion, disease, virus, or plague is as inane, insidious, infectious, and insane as FEAR. Uh, HATRED and STUPIDITY would like to bark in here. But today B III there is FEAR.

Braxton, I need one of those waking up seeing you…

“Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away.
Just one more peaceful day.”
It’s Been Awhile, Staind

Breaths… That’s what I didn’t tell your Potential Future Stepmom this morning. I damn well might have been happy every afternoon after the Bad Place. I would nap, and then when I woke up, There You’ll Be. Talk about without the presence of FEAR, Braxton.

Your Potential Future Stepmom has that power too. Again, I was talking to her this morning, and when I lose the ability to think, ONLY breathe, I’m uttering every OBSCENITY, and the words “Oh yeah” seem boring, but everything is OKAY. And why is that? Because M Anime has a perfect set of yabbos but was marveling at Angie Griffin’s

And isn’t that why I’m in trouble? Not with her…

I was “Barely Breathing” when M Anime and I were apart. But she’s been nearly this whole year. And speaking of this whole year, now I’m scared again. Stalking FEAR…

That I do Braxton, every day I need to find something else to scare me. And here I was thinking that once I escaped Emergence month. What? Would October be less terrifying, hmm? Yesterday B was for bugs, bug spray, broken house things (toilet), and buying cleaning supplies, with what, a couple of hundred bucks. Banging, Breaking, boys in blue

I hope not, because who would see to your brother? I beg, I give my blessing, I believe your brother won’t be afraid someday. I can’t tell myself that because I know the man, the boy I am. Braxton, M Anime… B’s For Breathing, Virgil

It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Legacy 086 -V, Will, B, Entertained-

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Long walks on the beach… I haven’t been to the beach since I was a child. So what’s fun? Sleep. I have a PS4 I never play. Music, movies, manuscripts. My girl has massive mammaries. And what about the mutt? You mean my son? “V, Will, B, Entertained.”

Friday, September 25, 2026

Legacy 086 -V, Will, B, Entertained-

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Later. Always later. Sprawled out on the loveseat, two-in-the-morning type of later. Because reading a clock…

How I hate math. It doesn’t read that Braxton had only fifteen years. Sixteen if…

Seriously, it doesn’t tell me that I’m failing 2-V. His birthday is on the 20th next month. V will be turning six. When’s the last time he saw a Doc, got all the dirt off, or had a Dad who paid attention to him? I’m not a monster, Sophia. A cyclops? Considering my eye, ha!

Or the fact I can’t keep my hand off my one-eyed monster when I’m reading everything his potential future stepmom says. A psycho? Sophia, I love all the little creatures.

My boys Braxton and Virgil, of course. But if I see one more ant… And what? I want to order more food. A Bloom, please!

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

First, I made a promise to Braxton: that while I may hate E-Day, Emergence Day, there was no greater honor than being his father. B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters, and so for fifteen years my life mattered. And I failed him. I am failing his brother. But I celebrate? The nerve

Not really. But I owe my boys a dinner. Didn’t I mention I hate math? But if my calculations are correct… Dubious maybe. I can afford an Emergence Day dinner.

Twenty-four days after the fact. And what is Twenty-four reversed? Forty-two. I hate being forty-two. Hell, the fact of the matter is I hated day one. Hence eff Emergence Day!

And the day after. I’ll go to a movie. Remember meeting B’s Favorite Girl? Memories.

Which Emergence Day was that? I can’t recall. But that day I felt up Special K as we watched “Twilight: Eclipse.” And then I actually left the house to go see “Nerve” and meet Braxton’s Favorite Girl. Or she would be about six months later. Braxton found her quite entertaining as he barked his head off. Sophia, speaking about entertainment…

More books! Have I left any money for books? And I missed another Kindle Double Points Day. How many books are in the “Pledged To Him” series? “Ryan and His Beauties” came out with a third. And, hell, Lady Sophia, I’m still reading Dystopian Girls 6? Or flipping pages to keep the streak because The Unfinished Archive is SO captivating.

Entertained? V, Will, B, Entertained

“When we stop trying to create happiness, happiness comes by itself. It is a common mistake to believe we have to work hard for happiness, or that happiness is conditioned by what we have, and who we are in society. Happiness is the experience of mind when there is no presence of fear. That’s all. It’s simple.”
― Michael Kewley

2063 Days Without B III, Day 1504 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
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Legacy 085 -Braxton, Virgil, I’m Balling-

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“I never bawled!” A Christmas Story. It’s two weeks and change past “E-Day,” and it’s already “Christmas Time In Hell,” or the Bad Place, as my boys bark. But I’m not crying about it, playing around, and “I Won’t Dance.” Braxton, Virgil, I’m Balling.

Thursday, September 24, 2026

Legacy 085 -Braxton, Virgil, I’m Balling-

2062 Days Without B III, Day 1503 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Good Day? Mine? “Fighting and trouble are my middle name.” Yours, “Barks”; your brother’s “Vivi”.

“Duh”! I want to avoid talking about today. I don’t want to talk about next week either, B. Damned if I do work and damned if I don’t. Why can’t this be work? Braxton side-eye

I haven’t bawled over you and Virgil much this week. And maybe I should… Keep my eyes nice and lubricated. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t worried about going blind since all the bugs, the bug spray, and any other bullshit getting in my eyes. Even now…

Alice Braga and Mark Ruffalo in “The Blindness”. Seriously? I’d say I should send you to time-out, but I did that permanently five years ago. There I go crying again. “Stop Crying Your Heart Out,” right? Or “Eat More Chicken.”

“Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away.
Just one more peaceful day.”
It’s Been Awhile, Staind

It beats the alternative, though. “’Cause we men, ain’t we?” “Glory” be! We are but men, Braxton. You, Virgil, and I. You licking your downstairs. Me and your potential future stepmom, and Virgil is looking for something of his own. Like father, like son, balless.

Metaphorically speaking, of course. Your brother and I are both cowards. But then I go talking to M Anime, and I’m all “Balls Deep In Love.” I know B III, I really do. Ahem, ew.

But I did promise to find you a mom someday… Stepmom. Speaking of promises, B…

We’re still in Emergence Day month, and with my last paycheck… Uh oh! I was thinking I could get that Emergence Day dinner I couldn’t afford on the day. Work?

The Bad Place. This week and last have not been a ball. And this coming week, I go back to being broke. I even wasted twenty bucks at the food truck today. Shared with Virgil…

And as far as broke, that’s what I was doing at the Bad Place today. I had to break a pallet that was stuck on the pallet jack this morning. In front of so many babes… Uh, boobs/yabbos… Not quite… Busybodies? B, for all intents and purposes, it was humiliation galore. I felt like bawling. And I don’t mean playing b-ball- the real ick, B.

Bawling my eyes out, drooling over M Anime’s big beautiful yabbos, even balling as in playing Whiteout Survival. Life’s no ball. Braxton, Virgil, I’m Balling

It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)

Always and Forever,
Your Dad