Born on 09-07-95 in Miami, Florida.
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My Wife's Mothers Day Gift
I have a confession to make... Time and time again, I've thought about our story; actually I've got another project in the works that speaks on exactly that. It has never been a secret when it comes to how much I regret the way things ended between us. Fell in love as kids, met at the end of the aisle, had our beautiful daughter... almost a fairy tale story except we didn't reach the happily ever after. Even still, you're the love of my life and I will never hesitate to express that. However, you have moved on and to a man that has earned nothing but my complete and total respect at that. Seriously, if there was anyone that I'd want you to be with that wasn't myself, he has proved with out a shadow of a doubt to deserve that opportunity. I sincerely mean that, swear to god I do. Either way, that's not really the topic of discussion I intended for this letter. Rather, it's something to keep in mind going forward because even though you have hurt me in some ways worse than anyone else ever has in my entire life, I couldn't have chosen a better woman to be the mother of my little girl and that's a significant factor in why I'm still in love with you as I type these words this very moment.
A Mothers Day Letter For Mom
Dear Mom, I am sure you know what today is... I hope you don't mind but due to a lack of finances, I was forced to be a tad bit more creative in terms of your mothers day gift this year. As a writer, the only idea that made any sense was to write you this letter. Besides, what can possibly come from the heart as effectively as a heart-felt letter.
The Dirtiest Cops In America; Brevard County Sheriffs Take 1st Place
"Brevard County come on vacation, leave on probation..." Quite the catchphrase isn't it? Sad part about it is there's a really good chance that the political figure heads here are a lot more pleased about this reputation; rather than embarrassed like they probably should be. How could anyone in a leadership position be proud of being known for locking people in cages 10 times more than 98% of the rest of the country. It would be hard for anyone to object, in the event that you assumed that Brevards county-level government officials are entirely corrupt (by the very definition of the word). They must be! It's the only plausible explanation for the atrocious, dictator-like fashion in which their reprehensible criminal justice system is carried out . Well... unless the entire roster of government officials working in this fucked up county are, in fact, absolutely... undeniably... delusional in every sense of the word. Each and every one of them, helpless victims of by far one of the most horrific forms of mental illness mankind has ever had the misfortune of being exposed to. Sad to say that the chances of that explanation having any basis in reality are just about as high as your chances of super gluing your body to the tip of a rocket set to launch, being shot straight out into space towards a neighboring star and not only surviving the ordeal but coming home to tell your friends and family how the journey was. for this counties abundance of villain-like Police Officers, prove to be so obviously improbable, they're just an inch or two away from absurdly impossible. Alright now, that's more than enough ranting about Brevard Counties villainous sheriffs. Don't get the wrong impression, I could go on endlessly about the extent of the corruption in which this particular sheriffs department is guilty of; not to mention the half a dozen other police departments they cooperate with daily. However, allegations unaccompanied by the supporting evidence that proves their credibility, are always (as they should be) viewed as nothing more than empty accusations. That being said, coming up is the evidence that supports "BCSD's" nomination for #1 in police corruption in America.
A Christmas Letter To My Little Girl
It's that time of year again, Christmas time, a holiday that brings families together every year in celebration of gift giving and good eating. Unfortunately, it hasn't really been the joyous occasion that it normally is for me these last couple of years. The reason for that is simple... it's because these last couple of years I haven't been able to spend Christmas with the most important person in my life... I haven't been able to spend them with you.
An MCU Without Chadwick Boseman's Black Panther
I wanted to allow a decent amount of time to pass before writing this, strictly out of respect for the Boseman family. It has been nearly two weeks since the entire world was caught off guard by the devastating news that Chadwick Boseman had succumbed to a four year battle with colon cancer. I myself had to take several minutes to digest the information when I first found out. I remember just standing in front of my girlfriend blankly staring at my cell phone in disbelief as if my heart had refused to accept the news headline that ran across the screen. There has been an abundance of deaths that have happened far sooner than expected over the course of the last few years. The Black Mamba, Kobe Bryant along with his daughter Gigi and the superbly talented hip-hop artist Juice Wrld to name a few. However, there was something about the loss of Chadwick that really hit home for people worldwide. The actor had just played a significant role in the finale of the greatest cinematic project of all time with both Avengers Infinity War & Avengers Endgame; with his portrayal as King of Wakanda, the Black Panther. His solo outing as the iconic comic book character raked in over a billion dollars in the box office alone. Even after the credits rolled for all four of these movies, the future for Boseman's Black Panther appeared as bright as could be.
Running Round Red Mountain
A convoy of three SUV's flew down a quiet road at full speed. Jack, riding shotgun in the second vehicle, was having some trouble trying to resist the urge to check his watch.
In Our Darkest Moments
Things are bad right now... I'm not sure how else to deal with it besides writing. It's like I've been beating my head against the wall trying to figure everything out and with no result. I miss my little girl, so much; I never imagined I could miss anybody like I do her in my entire life. The scariest part should be that I have no idea when I'll see her again. But It's not... the scariest part is I'm not even sure I deserve to any more. After Greta left, I became so self destructive I don't recognize myself anymore. Now I wonder if I will ever get back to who I used to be. Should I do that in the first place? Or should I be trying to use this tribulation as an opportunity to evolve into something new? The bigger question is can I? Or will I let this darkness consume me? I can hear the calling, the urge to just quit and leave this entire world behind. Anything to ease the pain of having literally lost everything I really care about. If it were not for that little girl who calls me Dada, I probably would succumb to such a selfish desire. It's because of her that I refuse to give in to those demons. Even though I can feel them clawing at me on a constant basis.
Running Round Red Mountain
A white-tailed deer drinks water from a pond in the middle of the forest. Suddenly, she snaps her head up, the silence that usually fills her home is broken by a strange humming sound. It spooks her, she dashes away from the pond and across a road home free to the other side. In the distance, a white van comes driving up the road. After about half a mile the van begins to slow down, coming to a stop. The driver cuts off the engine and the double doors in the back of the van swing open. A young woman emerges from inside; looking around, she takes a deep breath and hops out into the street. She then continues to scan the perimeter while walking up the road. Behind her, a large man exits the van from the passenger side, he grabs something out of the glove box and puts it over his head. The girl turns around to face her associate, who was adjusting the mask he had just put on. "This is it Henry, it's perfect," she said, clapping her hands together.