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Log 199 ~What Women Will Accept~

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I’m simply the best, and when did I start listening to Tina Turner, or better question, how fast can my taste change and what of others, well for the right price and I’m working on it. What Women Will Accept, what women will I now

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Log 199 ~What Women Will Accept~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so that’s more than two girls at the same time. In all honesty, this is part two of a conversation I started this week. Now with that said, if I had my way, I would be like Shusaku. Shusaku Respect edition, fucking my way through a plethora of young women. Hell, it worked for my hero Dennis Hof. Well, no, he never was much of the traditional Family Guy, and I’m all about tradition. Yes, a square family man that likes tentacle porn thanks Japan.

But, before I begin, I want to talk about some things better than sex. Don’t gasp for that. If anything, I’m surprised that I remembered today’s title. There is also the fact that the car trunk was open more than a day, and the car wasn’t stolen and still runs. Finally, there is the fact that they fired the General Manager at the Day Job. I found out yesterday (Monday). Most people won’t accept my sexual cravings but thoughts of revenge? I will no longer take STUPIDITY, but what about everyone else? Facts Dirty Diana, I tell myself that I’m going straight to writing when I return. So what did I do most of the day after Price Changes? Sleep and then die playing Far Cry 5. Even now, I’m fighting to stay awake, which is why I have “The Assking Price” Alexis Rodriguez playing.

Well, that leads me into the women I have found acceptable this week, so Latinas. Too much thinking about M Anime, so I’ve been all about Alexis Rodriguez again, Dirty Latina Maids. I’ve even gone back to Little Lupe a bit. What about Zelina Vega from WWE. Thea Megan Trinidad, if we’re getting specific, but as I said before, I have to learn everything about a woman. One more reason when it comes to a particular UK BBW. How my tastes change to Estella Bathory “Cute BBW crashes the car for REAL” from FakeHub FDS. You see, Porn is good for something, makes remembering all those companies titles a cinch. Not to mention, it keeps me from imagining a life I choose not to live. Once again, not down on myself, I’m stating the facts.

The fact that a beautiful woman gives me what’s needed to wake up on mornings like this. One day I’ll be What Women Will Accept.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 192 ~Will’s Seasonings Of Lust~

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My mom is a great cook, and when I was a kid I thought a taste of seasoning salt was the best thing ever though I still ate steak, tacos, pork chops, and everything, also I need ghost pepper sauce but be careful with that on skin. Will’s Seasonings Of Lust yum

Thursday, January 09, 2020

Log 192 ~Will’s Seasonings Of Lust~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now and fighting withdrawal. “THEY,” say that the first week is always the hardest, and today being TUESDAY, I’m already on Day 11. I wouldn’t call this an epiphany, but besides forbidden fruit, the lack of any at all is the best seasoning. In other words, HUNGER is the best seasoning. How about something to the tune of everything is a higher power to those with none. Some women will place themselves so high and wonder why men go for strippers.

You know me, Dirty Diana, as I told Cherry she wants the fairytale, and I am one to fuck a princess or an angel. Now I could tell you about having a heavy heart, but it won’t be this day. No, I’m focusing on a case of blue balls. When we talk about someone being blue, someone brought down low. Breathing is difficult, bedridden. So my words become dirtier, filthier, will I say sexier? Balls Of Confusion could have made a more apt title. I’m not saying I don’t know what I want, that’s never been a problem. An alcoholic used to top-shelf drinks but given a while, and cough syrup might do the trick. That’s where I am, I want a girl, but with time, every little thing she does is magic. Absence and what happens to a heart, know what I’m saying, Diana.

Once upon a time, I was looking for cover girls, and now it’s Dirty Latina Maids. Dirty Latina Maids – Ariela, to be exact or Jade Jantzen, can’t forget Ariella Ferrera. Now I know better than to compare any woman to a pornstar, a lesson I learned the hard way once before. No, that’s not a condemnation but a reality. My desire for brunettes hasn’t wavered, and the fact I’m still heavy into Hentai shows the Asian persuasion. What I’m saying is this, when one loves, there is so much more to give, and lust is much the same. It was Think and Grow Rich that even spoke about the sexual instinct as a good thing sometimes. Like with any seasoning, though. You use more salt, more whip cream, and anything starts to look much tastier. Next thing you know, you’re gorging yourself on everything around.

Hungry Like The Wolf and I need to keep hunting. Well, it’s 3:00 AM as I imagine two good friends naked (homer drooling). I want more, Will’s Seasonings Of Lust.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 185 ~Will’s First Porn Please~

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Thursday, January 02, 2020

Log 185 ~Will’s First Porn Please~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and do you remember the rule? “Just the facts, ma’am,” from Dragnet. No feeling, believing, or even thinking (rolls eyes). I will state the problem, and any possible solution, then let it go. I called a girl pretty while I was yelling at the LP the other day. An hour or so later, I told the General Manager about the confrontation with LP. The young woman had nothing to do with it other than giving the LP the illusion of things which was last year.

Okay, now as the song goes, come on, get happy. No, I haven’t shot my first porn yet, but that’s coming this year. MILF Dos was my first model, of course. I have made offers to both M Anime and Cherry. If anything, this shows that No Fap is working. Now there has been none of that in the New Year, and there won’t be either. Still, shooting porn is the goal. So I should look up the AEE and AVN Awards, Adult Entertainment Expo, Adult Video News. How is that for ambition Dirty Diana? Which brings me to my first porn of the New Year. I’ve done my first post, text, and who knows a million other things. The first song, though, and the first video? Last year, the last porn I looked up was from Shion Utsunomiya. Today is Wednesday, “time-travel.” Other than panting for Cherry’s boobs, I haven’t watched any Adult Entertainment.

Utsunomiya Shion

Today I’ll start one more holiday book, Naughty Little Christmas, by Lili Valente. I also want to reread The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson. Of course, there is also publishing my book of poetry, GULP. I got another email from a potential but a lesson I took to heart from MILF Dos, the devil is in the details. My first book will lead to my first erotica novel and then my movie. The question is, what will I do until then? Again Shion Utsunomiya was my last exact search. Looking up, English BBWs, that’s killing time. Why is it so hard to discover a cloud service to house any porno? Not like I could store TTB, Vault Girls, or some hot witchy stuff. My pornographic passions always end up with my character owning the sweetest brothel.

Jessica Nigri

I got it, two birds, one stone, Jessica Nigri, and Hogwarts; Will’s First Porno Please.

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Log 178 ~Will Outside The Box~

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Thursday still isn’t so much fun, and yes, it’s still Wednesday as I’m writing this. A day without writing is like a day without sunshine, or should I say Santa; I haven’t seen him around and how come. “Will Outside The Box.”

Thursday, December 26, 2019

Log 178 ~Will Outside The Box~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and what do I do with all that money? He only plays with the box THEY say. Okay, Diana, I’ll admit, even I’m iffy about today’s subject matter. Yes, it’s still Christmas Day, but what would Scrooge be doing other than working. Well, writing is hard, but it’s not a “job.” I’m also downloading a Christmas Porno “A Christmas Wish For Whitney,” from BABES. Somebody called it a Hallmark Movie with less clothing. Of course, Santa didn’t bring me anything I wanted this year, yeah I didn’t send a list.

Now, of course, getting to my list, Frapping, check, need to finish reading Snow Angel. I did start my review of Raphael. Reading, reviewing, reveling in writing it are all different things. Last night I didn’t wake up at 1:30 in the morning because you know I was still up. The day before, I needed Brooke Logan “Adult Supervision Required” to stay awake. The things that keep us up from the past to the future. I haven’t even watched anything dealing with Christmas unless it was porn. You might be “happy” to know that I took a casual glance at the satellite today. Katniss Everdeen, Bella Swan, talk about girls I wouldn’t mind seeing under my tree. No, Dirty Diana, I did not buy a tree or even mistletoe SIGH.

Where I lay, my head is a box. I have all the peace and quiet you could ever ask for and more. Yes, I am blessed as my motivations would go, but I have been listening to Christmas music a bit. Only again, that’s between all of the porn, but what else did I get myself for Christmas. A good breakfast, some cupcakes, time to handle stuff early. When I’m not looking at Brooke, Tia Tanaka, Alyssa Hart, I could go on forever. Still, the end of the decade is coming, and it’s Christmas Day. I should do myself a favor and keep it in my pants, don’t you think. How about cleaning the house some more or finishing my book review? I could finish “GULP” now wouldn’t that be something. None of these things sound so sexy, though, and the weather is hot enough.

If only there were a box big enough for all my porn, if I had a pretty girl, think Will, honestly Will Outside The Box.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 174 ~Will Die Another Day~

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So what a way to kick off Christmas week, if anything I might let myself get a full eight hours, I don’t remember when I got six, uninterrupted, but it hasn’t killed me yet, though if this was Far Cry 5? Will Die Another Day.

Sunday, December 22, 2019

Log 174 ~Will Die Another Day~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, because I was a millionaire last year or not. How close are you? I mean, right at this second? I wish I could say I left you in a better position. Is it ever too late to spread joy? How about to acknowledge life or to live yours? I know that once this conversation ends, you’re going right back to sleep, but why. If you had to be at the Day Job, you would hop in the shower now. During NaNoWriMo season, you would say, 5000 words. When you were hiring, you would be full of energy.

Dream, Decide, Do; set a deadline dog as the kids would say. Last night, for example, I made a plan. Okay, sure it was Far Cry 5, but I said, I would take another outpost, meet Father Jerome, and kill John Seed. I wonder, is it family-friendly if I’m talking about video game characters? Anyway, I got it done, and I didn’t make a dime. At the same time, all the Christmas gifts are going to be late. Does love have a deadline? Love that’s a big step, but that’s neither here nor there. Unless we’re talking about the Dæmon lying on your ankles. My point is, it’s all about time. You want more time, and I’m not helping. Wasting all these days. You’re following in my footsteps, or you will. The week before was something to see, but how about those Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 003 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 002 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Getting My Second Car Fixed
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing The Book “Accidental Santa” By Celia Aaron
    Completed

I barely completed #6, and that was yesterday. There was another NaNoWriMo shirt in the mail as well proclaiming a victory. Fifty thousand words and not one book to show for it, Will. What about the grand plan that started for only $5.00? Every week I hope that you will be a better man, but I was worse than the one last week. When was the last time half of this list got done? In all fairness, these are some big things, but do I want to go back and see when’s the last time I conquered #1 ever. Have I ever been such a father? I moved towards #3 because of a woman. #4 has become a joke. Talk about dying because that’s the only result in #5. Twenty minutes that was #6 and now these Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Getting My Second Car Fixed
  6. I AM Finishing The Book, That Is To Be Chosen

Life isn’t Far Cry, quit dying; Will Die Another Day.

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Log 173 ~The Will To Betray~

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I say I would never betray my son, I don’t cheat on women, and I want to be as honest I can, even to a fault as some say but while I’m trying to look into a mirror, who is it stabbing me in the back? “The Will To Betray”

Saturday, December 21, 2019

Log 173 ~The Will To Betray~

Hey Lady Lu,
I am a billionaire right now, and that’s worth a little treason. Now I don’t wish to emulate the President but for the right price? Didn’t I talk about having peace of mind last week? Instead, this week I have bought more almost, my arrogance, and anxiety. You know, in being the man that I want to be, I’m not even close. Last night I sent a message/comment to a blogger offering my services. In all fairness, it hasn’t been twenty-four hours. How about anxiety from spending money on more mom, $50.00 from a scammer. Of course, there’s also Indiana Gone’s gifts.

One of my motivations talks about sacrificing what you want. I know what I want, but every day I betray that man, and for what exactly? I rise at this “godforsaken” hour every single morning, expecting to get even more work done. On a workday I talk to you, I am almost late for the Day Job. I work for them, come back, and fall into my unmade bed, repeat. The real me sucks, but what about the virtual version. Of Mice and Men, they say, I had one plan and what happened there? Well, I’m taking the fight to John Seed because I’m sick of air travel. Namely, bullets and bombs, finding their way into my body, Far Cry 5, of course. There is one more life that depends on me, and I’m still not much of a father. My Dæmon has everything he needs, but what about more. No, I’m too concerned with maids, and let’s say charity.

I’m a businessman, or so I want to be like Hugh Hefner and Dennis Hof. No, they made choices; they gave others options. I ask everyone to forget who they are so they can fit into my narrative. Only that’s somewhat the idea, to break out. I need to start breaking out of the roles that people place on me, Lady Luna. Are these character studies any better or worse than the ones that I write of myself at times? What about the woman that I want to make happy one day? If you want me to have gratitude, that’s what it is for today. The idea that I can still believe in something like that at all. Well, l look at the time, the seconds marking my perpetual treason. Wake up, wise up, and denounce The Will To Betray.

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Log 167 ~The Will To Urge~

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Well, I have no urge to celebrate Christmas as of yet and if anything, the call of sleep continues and nothing is stopping me but me and a bottle of water, a can of pink lemonade, a bunch of chips etc. “The Will To Urge”

Sunday, December 15, 2019

Log 167 ~The Will To Urge~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you have an urge to be so. The want, the wish, indeed man the will. Why else would you be up at this moment? You have every reason to stay in bed, the right, hell you rage. How does the poem go, rage, rage at the dying light, well more like the coming? Don’t start with the sexual innuendos, one more battle you lost this week. Okay, so we’ll get to that, but first, I want to talk about urges. Should we call it more, an addiction to the acceptance of an average life, ahh motivation?

Almost there you urge, like last night playing Far Cry 5. You almost made it to that bridge, or to that ranch. You nearly bought your mom a present or purchased the right NaNoWriMo T-shirt. How close were you to finishing “Accidental Santa” but decided to play on your phone? In your life, FEAR is the second most urgent thing. We go again with Far Cry 5. Fearing to lose, so what happens? You make yourself sick with it every day. Hell, if fear wasn’t there, I don’t think you would know what to do with yourself ever. If you want to know your number one urge, though, you need only look to the Marquis de Sade. Now that’s a name you haven’t thought about in a while though you took his title. How dare you compare your horniness to such genius as it keeps you from Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 005 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 003 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
    Completed
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”
    Completed

Perhaps I stand corrected, but a 34 is still an F, the last I knew.

Still, it beats a flat out zero, and I could have finished #4 if it wasn’t for the urge to sleep SIGH yesterday afternoon away. If I got more of it, though, #1 would not have been a problem. Honestly, I screwed you over with #1 last night checking out you know who rather than resting. These numbers are getting confusing, especially at this hour. Horny is one, Fear is two, but the urge to be STUPID. It’s always such an ugly word, but there it is, as “Weird Al” Yankovic sang, Dare to Be Stupid. Only I want you to tell me. Will do you have the urge to be wise? Not to be your life coach, but where’s the urge to win, conquer this week’s Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 003 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Getting My Second Car Fixed
  6. I AM Finishing The Book “Accidental Santa” By Celia Aaron

You’re better I know it, feel The Will To Urge.

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Log 166 ~A Peace Of Will~

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Peace is not in my possessions, pants, or any person I‘m thinking about in any particular way and of course, my gaming habit is all about warfare and pushing a lot of buttons but pieces of life? A Peace Of Will

Saturday, December 14, 2019

Log 166 ~A Peace Of Will~

Hey Lady Lu,
I am a billionaire right now, or why don’t you tell me when? It’s that time of the season or getting pretty close, you know Joy, Hope, Peace, maybe Live, Laugh, Love? Of course, I have a rule, # 13 Power Is All That Matters. I still stand behind it, Lady Lu. My favorite word must be SLEEP, and this morning, it was touch and go. The fight continues, and that’s the point today; it goes on and on. Yes, I’m trying to form a new habit, but I wish for Peace.

Far Cry 5 is the perfect example. What was it, only the year before I was all Detroit: Become Human and now my latest game. Anyway, I continue to advance, but here’s the thing, I don’t know-how, wow. I was playing last night fighting to take back Nick Rye’s plane, and all of a sudden, I’ve seized John Seed’s Ranch. When I went to liberate Fall’s End, the battle was over before I knew it, quickly enough. I was finding peace without even trying, now what about my life? Not even in my bed anymore. My pillow has become the enemy because there is too much work to be done. Now I go into the Day Job; that is no place for peace. Every day is not like a holiday, but more “You’ve Been Marked.” It’s the warning John gave.

Now, of course, I am reminded of Eric Thomas saying, “Sleep is for those people who are broke.” What time is it; he goes on to say, “you’re in a financial transition.” Well, I even saved money the other day though not by choice. R.I.P Red Lantern, why must all the places I like to eat, go out of business? Couldn’t I say the same thing about my budding writing career? What about my “modeling” hires or my search for a new maid. Those aren’t the reasons I’m losing sleep. Nope, I’m losing sleep because I want to live the dream of being a writer before going on to live a nightmare. Well, My Lady as I complain about sitting here fending off exhaustion while My Dæmon slumbers. The war, which is life, seems far.

Is this what they call Peace of Mind? Now that is what I’m seeking, and I believe all the money in the world would bring? Priorities A Peace Of Will

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Log 160 ~A Will In Motion~

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One more considerable night of sleep, eight hours when I wanted to choose six but falling back to sleep, well that got me nowhere; still I was on time today to write about well, my spinning mind. A Will In Motion

Sunday, December 8, 2019

Log 160 ~A Will In Motion~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and when you Find Me, bring something for the Motion Sickness. That is a step in a forward direction. I remember playing Super Mario 64 and getting so sick that night I asked my “father” to take it back to the rental place. Next thing you know, I’m shooting cultists in Far Cry 5 and eating a turkey dinner afterward. Speaking of the Old Man, have you thought any more about talking to him about the car? How’s your ear considering you’re on time for our conversation, so you skipped the shower?

Well, between Cerberus, Medusa, Maenads, and Dutch’s Island not much? Now isn’t this the problem right here? You have a 50,000-word story in front of you. So you move on to the next one without a look in the rearview. When moving forward, where are you going, I ask? You hate looking back at your past work, I know. Nearly all of your motivations talk about having to forget about your past. You know what they mean, of course, because your novels are your future. I applaud you Will for being on time today. There’s always a, but in there, I know. But you were up at 4:00 AM, that was on time, and you had the presence to drink a root beer and down some gummies. Next thing you know, you’re back in bed until 6:30 when you decided to play TWD. What about, well your Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 005 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”
    Failed

Last week I mentioned excuses, you didn’t check the car because there was McDonald’s. You’ll leave it alone this week until you knock something off this list. Oh, and don’t forget to check that you’re still with a “specific” reading group. No need to sugarcoat this considering the list, as this isn’t in the “Family-Friendly” category. For example, “Rule 34,” I met that woman in Walmart, and it was like something out of SIGH “Adult-Entertainment?” I’ll need to get the car towed perhaps, and there are videos for that too; how hopeless are you, Will? I do mean in your viewing habits. You’re not going back to Brainbuddy. Between Mom’s birthday present and Indiana Gone’s birthday, wedding, and Christmas. How about the Dæmon’s gift? As always, your Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 005 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”

I should have come as the ghosts of Christmas, Past, Present, Yet To Come. Mind spinning, A Wheel In Motion.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 159 ~Not Will’s Mad Son~

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December 7th, brave men and women died so I could complain about nonworking cars, newer fears, and neighbors, some people might consider it madness, and I wish I could say I was crazy, but it’s fear. “Not Will’s Mad Son”

Saturday, December 7, 2019

Log 159 ~Not Will’s Mad Son~

Hey Lady Lu,
I am a billionaire right now and a lover. Okay, time for the truth, I’m somebody’s son and My Dæmon’s father. So 2 out of four ain’t bad, better than my Six Impossible Things. Only I’m not mad at those failures as of late, but what’s grinding my gears today or not?

Again I have both of my parents, and I would rather lose myself than them. No, I’m not sentimental but indeed STUPID, sad, and a Scrooge. Now, this is more Inspector Echo’s wheelhouse, but here’s a confession. I was outside today “trying” to fix the car, and you know why? Lady Luna, I would indeed fry myself, poison, or crash rather than go to my Olds. Do you remember Indiana Gone’s Wedding? I was barely done checking in at the hotel when my Mom called frantically. She thought my card was gone. I didn’t tell her I was leaving town because I figured she and my “father” would ransack my place, no doubt. I’ve got submissive clothes in the closet, the house is a mess, and they might have better luck than hackers. It terrifies me to tell them one of my cars won’t start. One more failure from their STUPID son, so I can’t call the insurance people either.

The doctor, well, I haven’t seen one in forever, and my firstborn is doing fine. He’s only bored to tears. Daddy is always working, writing, looking at women. We are so going to get to that today. Anyway, I am no kind of father. Worse, I’m becoming my father; My Dæmon has a roof, he has food, I’m getting back my schedule with his medication. What about love, though? I tell him that every day, but how am I showing him some? He only ever gets my attention when he’s messing something up these days.

Speaking of messing up, the Universe presented me with an opportunity. While giving up on the car, a new neighbor walked up; her name is Madison. Brunette, pretty, no distance at all, but she wanted to use my Wi-Fi. Strange to call something mine, but anyway, what did I say? “I’m not comfortable with that, I’m sorry.” You know how I think Lady Lu, so why did I say no? As the song goes, oh no, the world is a scary place: well, I’m mad.

FEAR… Not Will’s Mad Son.

I Will Have No Fear