The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » Grieving for My Brother, A guest blog post March 23, 2018 A good friend and mentor lost his brother to cancer this past Monday. He wrote this on Facebook. I loved it and requested if I could share it. He obliged, thanks Randy. - Chris  I stopped posting and doing much of anything on Facebook about a year ago. Facebook had become too much to deal with. Before I left I had posted several profiles that I called my "Good Person" posts. They were short essays on people who I admired and who had positive influences on my life. Today I return, temporarily, to write about someone I have long admired, and in whom I have always been proud. I hope I can do justice to him and his memory. My brother, Ed, was a man to admire. Although, while we were growing up I often wondered if he would mature enough to be a man. I should have never worried. We spent our childhood in Adrian, Michigan. Living in a place where, on a summer day, you could leave th...

You are here: Home » I'll Go First Nico, Christopher and Captain being goofy on the couch. February 27, 2018. February 27, 2018 I'll go first to show you that it's okay to let go. I'll go first, so you won't fear what is beyond our lives. I'll go first to ensure things are all right on the other side. Then someday, a long time from now, I'll guide your way. I'll go first, and when you feel that gentle breeze upon your face, it is me caressing you and a reminder that I have never forgotten all the I love you you have told me throughout my life. I'll go first; my soul was surrounded by the butterflies you marveled at when you wished I was there as you sat in isolation, missing me. I'll go first, soaring on the bird's wings that came up to you out of nowhere while you wondered if I was there watching over you. I'll go first, and when you contemplate the meaning of life while you gaze out into the sea, you'll see the beaut...

You are here: Home » The Ass Nico and Christopher at the South Florida Fair. January 14, 2018 January 31, 2018 From an early age, I couldn't refer to the man who would be my stepdad by his real name. His name was not to be spoken in front of my father. According to my dad, the man who took my mother away from him would be forever known as, The Ass. I just found out that The Ass has died. I hadn't seen him in many years, but it didn't affect how I remember his life. You see, when I was very young, my mom left my dad for The Ass. I suppose there was a lot of animosity brewing over the years between my parents. Still, I was 2 years old when their break up occurred, so it might as well have been another lifetime for me. The Ass was the opposite of my dad. My father is a workaholic. He still works two jobs this very day. I talk with and see him, but my time spent with him is like being on my own time clock. "Hi, Dad," punching in. "Bye, Dad," pu...

You are here: Home » 2017 New Year's Resolution Boys having fun before seeing Santa Claus. December 15, 2017. December 29, 2017 Well, if nothing tragically happens to me in the next few days, like death. I have lived out another year. Goodbye 2017 and now onto the year, 2018.   Let the champagne flow into my champagne flute and may the confetti rain down upon on me as if I was swinging on a pole at some sordid strip club. Let the New Year’s resolutions commence. Wow, 2018 is here and only two more years until this decade come to a close. It is already hard fathom a year coming to a close. As evident by the comments we hear at least half the year gone, “Man can you believe it’s Halloween already. Wow, Thanksgiving already? Damn, it’s Christmas.” But I’m even more taken a back when the decade is nearing its expiration. At least I will be able to review it again when VH1 plays the television show, “I Love the 2010’s.” 10 years nearly gone. That is more dramatic ...

You are here: Home » Christmas Miracle Christopher and Nico Christmas morning, December 25, 2017 December 25, 2017 *Fictional story Confined to my wheelchair, I feel depressed and upset that I can't participate in many things that people who can walk take for granted. The plastic of my seat sticks to my skin. I can't move around objects without worrying that I will knock something over. And people just don't know what to do when I'm around. Do they help me? Do they not help me? They are so confused. Yes, help me.    Every year, my Christmas wish is to lift myself off this steel frame and walk under my own power. What I wouldn't give to feel the blades of grass tickle the bottom of my feet. I'm sure I would giggle. Was it due to the grass or the excitement of walking? Christmas seems so right to ask for this special gift because of the magical atmosphere around me. And yet, every Christmas will pass, and I know I will still be stuck in my wheelc...

You are here: Home » Tis' the Season Nico and Christopher enjoying time with Santa at the mall on Friday December 15, 2017. December 19, 2017 Tis' the season to be joyful fa, la, la, at least for some. Other people sleepwalk through the Christmas lights and holiday music. As if none of the seasonal festivities existed. Many people stress out over every little detail, hoping their fairy tale Christmas will come true. Do you know what would make my fairy tale Christmas come true? Snow. When I walk around the heated streets of South Florida, the Christmas song I wail out is, "Let it snow, let it snow, let it now." However, the closest thing to snow that many of us in South Florida will enjoy is the delicious shaved ice dessert, snow cone. When I was a child, the local mall would announce, "Snow in Florida! Come to the mall and let your kids play!" But all that crushed ice resembled was a large snow cone dumped in the middle of the parking lot. I be...

You are here: Home » Sensible Christopher (left) Nico (right) and their Guardians of the Galaxy look. October 31, 2017. November 27, 2917 Being sensible is a good way at dealing with anything that overwhelms your emotions. Take my 2 kids for instances. They are currently screaming and yelling at each other as they ride their bikes up and down the street. My ears are ringing as they attempt to scream over one and other. My blood pressure is rising. My head is throbbing. My ears are ringing. The neighbors are watching these 2 as they lob their frustrations of brotherly competition at each other. I want to scream at them to, stop! But I will only be assisting them in their chaos. I suppose jumping around ranting and raving, all the while insisting that they, "be quite!" would't be, sensible. The sensible thing would be to walk out to the street, wave my arms, indicating to them I want to talk to them. And calmly explain to both those boys that they shoul...

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...