Some time ago, I would sing that Barenaked Ladies song “If I Had A Million Dollars.” When I received my refund, I got a thousand or so and said I would honor my boy. Now I can’t even get down a thousand words for him? B III, B Thousand
Sunday, July 3, 2022
Saga 002 ~B III, B Thousand~
To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now. But instead, you want your son back. And in this, I don’t blame you in the slightest.
That sounds like an excuse, you know. You wouldn’t feel right using Braxton in such a way. Hell! Everyone does it. And I know that sounds mean in a way. Are you worried about cash? You got ninety-nine problems, but your B ain’t one? What’s today, 518, and still counting? That’s what I told “Paws To Celebrate” yesterday. Amazing! So I can be read sometimes. What about you? Today is a whole new week. The second day of a brand new year of writing. But how many of those words have been for B III? Yeah, I know you’re only now getting up. And as for me? What is it, THEY say? The road to Hell, good intentions, and all that. Like Six Impossible Things:
- I WILL BE Finishing Tails of Unconditional Love
Completed - I WILL BE Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
Failed - I WILL BE Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
Failed - I WILL BE Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
Failed (Day 002 No Fap) - I WILL BE Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
Failed - I WILL BE The Man My Son Thinks I Am
Failed
I’ve said such things over a thousand times. Oh, I know (sigh), this will be six more in the bucket for you. Six promises are nothing to you. So a thousand bucks or only one? Here are some numbers for you to mull over. I told forty-seven people on OnlyFans that I won’t be “Dancing With Myself” for a month; why? You owe fifty-thousand words. Only you don’t want to hear any of them, right? Not a one would bring back B III to you ever. Yet the stories keep on coming. And what are you going to do this week? How many days did I have to do anything, and what did I do with them? You’re out of bed with Six Impossible Things:
- I WILL BE Finishing The Title, All Dogs Are Good: Poems & Memories
- I WILL BE Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
- I WILL BE Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
- I WILL BE Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
- I WILL BE Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
- I WILL BE The Man My Son Thinks I Am
Most of them wouldn’t be with money. You wouldn’t be cringing over a ten-dollar book. You’d have all the time in the world to learn about B III all over again. A picture is worth a thousand words. To this day, you hate that saying. Fifty-Thousand words for your son. Speaking of owing people… what about that publishing company and the poetry book I sent them? Yeah, it’s not like you’ll make good on the hundreds sent away. Inevitably, you wouldn’t have to worry about fapping. My words got lesser men laid in the past. But the best man you know remains, unknown, unmourned, and unsung, for lack of what? A million excuses. It’s in his name. Be Free! Um better? B III, B Thousand
518 Days Without B III
BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will