The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home »The Bloody Man, a Halloween Story Christopher (left) and Nico enjoying the day at Sea World in Orlando. October 2, 2017 October 19, 2017 She walked into the room and immediately saw that the Bloody Man was there. His blood stains the walls and saturates the floor with ooey gooey plasma. For many who know of his legend and believe in him, the blood instills paralyzing fear. Those who have been told of his nightly escapades realize he is there for only one thing. He is out to steal their skin, in the hopes to make him human again. His legend grew to grand proportions and his song was passed to generations of children, who were told that that was the only way to keep that Bloody Man away. “The Bloody Man can’t have me.  My soul is hidden under my skin to keep the Bloody Man away. My blood isn’t good enough for you.   Bloody Man stay away from me, you can’t eat my soul today.” Blood is layered of his muscles instead of skin. The B...

You are here: Home » Hurricane Blues Nico, left, and Christopher standing by one of the fallen trees during Hurricane Irma. September 11, 2017. September 22, 2017 We are singing happy birthday but nothing about our situation was happy. We were celebrating, my now 8-year-old son’s, birthday but outside there was a hell of a storm happening. Hurricane Irma had begun taking out her wrath on the poor State of Florida. There was nothing normal about what were doing. Irma’s winds started to be sustained at 40 miles per hour at about, 7 AM. The wind rolled over the house like ocean waves lapping the shores of the Florida coast. Our cinder block house wasn’t rattled however our nerves were. We knew the Hurricane was coming but unfortunately due to my work as a police officer I couldn’t flee. I had to be close to my city for an instant recall once the worst of the storm had past. I attempted to send my family to Tampa earlier in the week but roadway gridlock made it impossible. ...

You are here: Home »Embrace Life Not Work Nico (front) and Christopher relaxing after a day of summer camp. August 6, 2017. August 8, 2017 I recline my driver's car seat back to a relaxing position. However, I'm not over relaxed. As the pilot of this ship, I want to stay awake on a 700-mile road trip. I have precious cargo onboard. I have worked my ass off the past 2 months. Time to start embracing life and not work. I love road trips to escape from my everyday reality. The long drive is my window of opportunity to delve into my imagination and explore my wildest dreams on the road map of my brain. My 85,000-word book could go viral, a New York Times bestseller! Or, I come into a lot of money, and I can buy that new house I have been eyeing, and I won't have to worry about the down payment. I can plan my future. I see a future tubing down the Chattahoochee River. Man, is it a good day to dream. I pull my car from the swale driveway, and we are off. 10 mph, 2...

You are here: Home » Conversation with my Son. Nico July 16, 2017. The Eye, Atlanta, Georgia. August 3, 2017 My son Nico is a great kid. Actually, he is a fantastic kid. I was relieved when he was born because he had ten fingers and ten toes. I cried before I even laid eyes on his 4-dimensional soul because the nurse discovered his heartbeat on the monitor moments before he was born via c-section. Unfortunately, I can't say that for my twin daughters, who I lost on their birthday. Once my anxiety subsided after hearing those sweet sounds of his beating heart amplify on the Doppler the pediatric nurse held, his mom and I cried hard. I was finally going to be a dad. When Nico was born at 6:45 P.M., I studied him and wondered if he looked like his mother or me. Actually, he looked like a larva wrapped in a blanket. Holding him in my arms is a moment I will never forget. Even now, at 9 years old, he is forever the larva in my arms, but now, he has more personality. The on...

You are here: Home » Tell Me Why The boys, Christopher (left) and Nico at an Archery lesson during the summer vacation at Unicoi State Park ,June 12. 2017 (10:51 AM)  June 20, 2017 No parent should ever give in to the demands of a 7-year-old. But my 7-year-old has been so demanding about having his questions answered, as I recently found out on a 13-hour road trip to Northern Georgia, that I couldn't avoid his inquisition and ignore answering anything that crossed his mind. Christopher pushes me for information about anything that pops into his mind. I cannot answer all of his questions in a timely fashion while he rapidly fires them at me like hellfire missiles, and he becomes frustrated. "Tell me, Dad. Why aren't you telling me? Tell me now, why, why!" Today, he knows he has me captive. At the same time, I drove our rented 2017 Nissan Rouge towards the mountains of Georgia, leaving the flat land of Southern Florida behind us. When you live in a beach en...