Welcome to the beginning of what may be a beautiful experience of thoughts
from my insane perspective of my life.
My name is Michael Serrano; baptized Michael Joseph Theophlus Serrano. Halhum
is a nickname my baby/older sister (Mimi (picture comming soon)) gave me when I was a teenager. It stuck. Like crazy glue
to my testi....you can figure it out.
I am 41, married to a beautiful Haitian women named Regine, who is the mother
of my adorable daughter Maelle (pronounced My'el) she is my special devil child...something to do with the phase she is going
through. Atleast that's what my wife says.
I currently live in the greatest, most expensive, stressfully taxing environment
in the civilized world..NYC!
GO Yankees! Almost last place. That's how I like it! (sarcascism).
I have paid
more in parking tickets than I have on my wife's birthdays, and we've been married for over nine glorious, nail biting, hair
pulling, loving years.
She is a great mother, and her cooking is omnipotent, she had me at beef ribs on our second
date.
Let me tell you how we met.
It was a cool fall evening on October '96 and I was heading home from a
volley ball game with some co-workers who could not play the game if the net were at their knees.
I decided taking the MTA which was "going my way". When my train
arrived I found a private seat and took it praying to GOD that anyone who sat next to me was not smelling, gagging or squeezing
me next to another smelling, gagging or offensive person.
Anyhoo, as the train stopped at the next station a women
of some attractive means come in and sat adjacent to me. Pretending she was reading a law book, she would sneak quick glances
of her future lover, husband, confidant, father of her first born and after a nervous spell passed she finally caught my attention...
To make a long passionate story a short one, we made out for three months and by Christmas Eve we were pregnant and
by Valentine's Day we were married by the City of NY.
No shotguns or any other threats were needed for me to do the
right thing.
And now after eight-long grueling years in a 1Bdr apt. with a seven year-old
girl about to rebel for her own room, we are embarking on a dangerous adventure, fraught with challenging obstacles and evil
everywhere... we are apt. hunting, in search of that elusive 2 or
3 Bdr with 1 or 2 bath, God-Willing, affordable by just a hair...pray for us, we will need it.
To be continued....
