The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » Angels on the Water Left to right: Nico and Christopher boating life  *One swear word November 7th, 2012 It was time to break out the boat from the punishment of its solitary confinement after I banished it to the corner of the driveway. I decided to finally take her out for a cruise on the water. She had been left ignored so she could think about what occurred the day my son was hurt in the grips of her boat winch. His finger being fed into her teeth launched me overboard with guilt. I thought in that moment his finger was lost forever. The pain and sorrow that gripped me because I knew I would have to live with that guilt forever overwhelmed me. It would seep out through my tears of culpability as I ripped off my shirt to comfort his hand by shielding him from the sight that made my own stomach sick. My own pain only surpassed by my sons tears as he struggled in my arms to hold his composure through the immense pain...

You are here: Home » Mentally, Physically, Technologically Speaking November 5, 2012 I was never one to feel like my age. My body could take a beating and continue forward after the initial barrage of punches. But now I find that my fatigue sets in faster and it takes days if not weeks for my body to recover. Finally, my muscles, body tissue and bones, are showing the age that I thought I could elude until I reached well into my 40’s. My invincibility staying with me even passed my teen years, until the strain of life on my body mass broke me. My bones creak like an old house settling on its foundation, my youth draining away as the cracks begin to break through the tough exterior. It’s cruel to watch and I can’t even close my eyes to hide fact that I am slowly withering away. Time is truly cruel and usual punishment. I stare at my face, in a mirror, and trace the fine lines that are now my battle scars. My exterior serving as notice that my interior has been damaged ...