The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here:  Home  » No Closure, a true police story Nico, Captain, and Christopher. December 11, 2023 Miami Gardens, Florida. Hard Rock Stadium!  December 31, 2023   The crowd hissed and chastised me for not intervening in their domestic problem. They called the police to help mediate and resolve their issue. Still, when they did not get what they ordered, the family threw a temper tantrum towards me. As a family man and fellow human being, I understand why they were upset. Here is this loving family trying to get their loving daughter, sister, cousin, niece, and friend into rehab, and since she won't go with them willingly, they want the police to seize her. But without a court order, she has free will to do business. I reiterated that to the group's spokesperson, who demanded I take her "immediately."  "She does not want to go with you," I begrudgingly said. "I can't snatch her up. And if you grab her against her will, then it is battery and ki...

You are here:  Home  » The Pit and the Haunted Trail, a Halloween Story Part II   The 4 boys at a trampoline park. July 17, 2023 October 11, 2023 I know, that was probably my sign but I'm getting stir crazy and I want to go.  But I promised myself to be extra careful.  I need to check things out before I head over.  But first I will call him back and see if he will deliver the message.   <pause, phone rings, and rings, and rings>  September 11, 2023 Well, this sucks he didn't answer.  I slightly pull back the right corner of the drapes where I have a clear line of sight of the front office.  I do not move the curtains. I do not disturb the air conditioner. I'm frozen like a wax figure at Madame Tussauds Wax Museum.  It must have been a straight hour before I decided to go over to the office. Honestly, it did appear to be business as usual.  But I need the right timing.  And the timing for now was perfect be...

You are here:  Home  » The Pit and the Haunted Trail, a Halloween story part I You can't make everyone happy! Christopher and Nico September 3, 2023. October 11, 2023 I'm caught in the netherworld, surrounded by chaos and destruction. I was escorted into my situation while seeking shelter to escape from a bunch of stone-cold killers. This is a horrible situation I got myself into. Sadly, I don't think anyone would miss me. Why would anyone even bother searching for me? I'm not a good dude. But that's a story for another time. I need to figure out how to get out of my current predicament. Truthfully, you aren't going to pity me when you find out I'm a paid killer. But there are way more awful people in the world than me. I'm paid to exterminate the existence of people worse than me. Yet here I am, in the underworld pit when I should have been up there, enjoying the cool air and admiring the foliage change. There is something abo...

You are here:  Home  » I'm Born, Raised, Schooled, Live, and Die    The 4 boys crossing the bridge to the railroad track southbound side.  September 16, 2023.  September 26, 2023 I'm wading in the intercoastal waterway just off the stern of the boat in water about 5 feet deep while enjoying the scenery of a popular boating island somewhere off the coast of where I live. If I were to wade a little further out, the shelf of sand I'm standing on would end like a cliff, sending me 20 feet or more further down. This island our boat is anchored off is situated in the middle of the barrier islands that separate the ocean from the mainland. The water from the Atlantic Ocean pours in through the mouth of the inlet, constantly purging out the old water and rejuvenating the souls and wildlife of those bathing in this paradise. Summertime is teetering on the brink of the Florida fall season, so the current water temperature is just right for dipping your body. I'm...

You are here:  Home  » A Heap of Trouble, a true police story  Nico and Christopher clowning around. July 17, 2023. July 21, 2023  I'm dragging my heavy boots through this trash-ridden floor of newspapers, old used fast food bags, and other ungodly filth.  Thankfully, it's daylight, and I can see what is around me.  Give me sunlight any day over a Streamlight flashlight in the middle of the night.  No matter how long I do this job, I'm always amazed at how some people live.  Bugs and feces around this dwelling are as common as houseplants for some.  These walks are always different, though.  One must always determine what to expect from a hoarder because you never know what they kept.  Most of the time, it's momentous.  Other times hazardous.  It is worse than what you have seen on television.  It's like standing in Satan's pit. I must turn my body sideways and weave like a snake around this towering clutter....

You are here:  Home  » Transitioning into a New Era in History  Boating and salt life with the family. Christopher (left) and Nico (right).  May 29, 2023. June 10, 2023 The reality of life right now is that things are hard for many people.  This transition from the previous decades into the current year of time and space we occupy has not been easy thus far as we usher in a new decade.  When I began to learn more about history, I wondered what it was like to transform from one place in time into another.  Like the Wild West morphing into a sophisticated industrial age, where did all those gunslingers go?  Being at the beginning of a transition is  almost  like time travel, swishing through Ancient History, Post Classical History, Modern History, etc.  Now that I'm aware we are currently transitioning in another direction, I don't think I like being here at this time to witness an era change as much as I thought I would. Like they...

You are here:  Home  » The Way Forward, Inspiration  Nico and Christopher at the fair. January 21, 2023. Sometimes, my struggles are insurmountable, and I push whatever it is out of my mind as if it is going to eventually go away. We all know that is not the case. Those issues are lingering, waiting, and ready to rear their ugly heads. Yet, somehow, I make it through. I realign myself to prepare for the next month. And so it goes as the time moves from days to weeks into months. As long as I know there is a way forward, I cannot fail. But the way forward is a constant battle, and there will be failure. How I respond to my failure makes me who I am. One can’t sit back and assume the ends will meet without effort. You have to forecast what is coming up shortly. Unfortunately, there really isn’t any saving for a “rainy day fund when there are bills that need to be paid, kids to be fed, and a loved one to care for. The hustle never stops. When I feel overwhelmed, and there ar...

You are here:  Home  » Blood Ruined a Friendly Neighborhood, A Police Story  Nico and Christopher at a fair. January 21, 2023 February 25, 2023 The trail of blood droplets splattered perfectly on the ground like fully bloomed-red roses. At first, the blood drops were sprinkled here and there as the blood trickled out of the wounded human. And then, about halfway down the street, the trickle of splatter began to rain down more, and the blood trail became more prevalent. This wound was severe, and this person was in some serious trouble. The blood drops were more cluttered in mass, and pooling was occurring. The wounded person couldn't get out of the blood's way, as their feet began to trample the pooling blood like puddles of rain. The blood trail soon became a foot trail as the bottoms of the shoes were painted red, and their pathway was more defined. Nike, shoe size 10, became more evident.  People in the neighborhood heard cries for help, but no peep was made from ...

You are here:  Home  » Hey Google, Hey Siri  My boys. From your left: Max (2), Blake (3), Nico (14), Christopher (13).  Boone, NC Jan. 02, 2023   January 28, 2023 I'm here protecting guests at 0240 hours at a taco stand.  That's 2:40 A.M. to you. As I look around to see the sights and hear the sounds of my existence, I still marvel at the fact that we exist here on earth. I notice that most people here waiting in the taco line no longer pay attention to this. Maybe it's too late to notice?  Perhaps they're too high to care?  However,  it is evident that  people live their lives on their phones.  It begs me to ask, "Hey Google, hey Siri: is there life outside my screen?" From my vantage point, it doesn't seem that those around me notice that life is happening around them. First, I will tell you, my loyal reader, that I will admit that even though I am writing this blog on my iPhone as I type out my complaint that those around me are ...